Squirrelly Xmas
This is how I plan Christmas. Things are always last minute and I wind up running around like … well like a giant Christmas chicken… but somehow planning in September/Oct doesn’t feel right!
This is how I plan Christmas. Things are always last minute and I wind up running around like … well like a giant Christmas chicken… but somehow planning in September/Oct doesn’t feel right!
I’m trying to get into the holiday spirits, but I lost the key to the liquor cabinet.
Since I visit my relatives for the holidays, I don’t decorate my house. My folks have cut back a lot too. It’s been several years since they’ve had a tree.
Oh, that IS tragic. Holiday spirits are meant to be consumed by the glass! Eggnog is a favorite… as is customary this time of year. Mmmm. I usually try do soynog though… I will try the Rice nog for giggles… with the extra Holiday Spirts… hiccup.
Eggnog is a little too rich for me. I prefer cherry cheesecake.
If it wasn’t for the last minute nothing would ever get done.
Eggnog, yech. Beer, wine, neat scotch, cognac, now those are the true holiday spirits. Why adulterate your booze? It just ruins the taste.
I must confess that I’m spared from the Christmas Chicken syndrome usually. Everyone comes to visit us, my shopping list is short and I’m a student. Though mind you, the last day before winter break ends up amounting to what Randie will likely go through on the sale day :). I was once physically kidnapped out of my class by some friends to go to the concert-thingy we have every year early. Such fun~
I really think that Christmas should be at least a few weeks later, where I am the winter is pretty long, but before Christmas it means that Christmas is coming, after Christmas it just means its going to be cold for a good while.
I find things much too rushed as it is, maybe because I have grandiose plans but lazy energy – so I’m glad my Thanksgiving is earlier than the U.S. I can start Christmas right after Hallowe’en and ramp it up after Remembrance Day, so I feel for you late Thanksgiving people.
This is the point at which I jump in and say that I don’t have to buy anything for anyone! 😛 Not that I’m a Grinch, you understand (because I’m anything but). But when you are utterly terrified of socialising, it means you don’t have the sort of friends you hang out with and buy presents for… Erm… not trying to garner sympathy there; it’s just a statement!
And I stopped celebrating Christmas about three years ago, so it’s just another day to me anyway, like Thanksgiving.
As for the other “Christmas spirit”: have a couple for me. I had to stop drinking over 13 months ago.
Astragali,
When the bartender asks, “What’s your poison?”, they ain’t kidding.
They say alcohol is a slow poison. That’s ok, I’m in no hurry.
Don’t worry about a lack of social skills. Sometimes, a little push from within is all it takes.