Alright, so I looked through my past few posts, and good lord, have I been depressing or what people? Let's change it up and go with something fun for a frickin change.
The holidays are coming up, and against all statistics, that's the happiest time of year for me. Religiously, I don't celebrate Christmas, but who-the-hell-cares-ly, I frickin love Christmas. Everything's brighter with the sparkle of lights, and people are so cheerful, it's contagious. Maybe companies are lacing candy canes with Xstacy, or maybe it's the ridiculous carols you hear everywhere, but there's something about Christmas that makes even the most angry people just lighten the fuck up.
I remember my best Christmas ever. I was ten and I was angry that all the other kids had stupid Rudolph sweaters on their bodies and Christmas trees in their living rooms. I went to sleep crying my little heart out. At three in the morning, my parents woke me up to the most beautiful Christmas tree decked out in lights and ornaments with the most amazing gift under the tree: books. Yes, I was the dorky kid who went bat shit crazy at the hundreds of books that were under this three foot tree. (The only reason the books were "under" the tree was because they placed the tree on the coffee table. Otherwise I wouldn't have been able to see the tree at all.) My superhero of a father had gone out in the middle of the night and gotten the tree and bought BOXES of books from some second hand book shop. It was a dream come true for me. Granted many of them were way past my suggested reading list, I was pretty mature for my age and read through every single book in a month or so. Now that I think about it, getting Dannielle Steele books for your ten year old daughter is probably a no no, but knowing my father I'm guessing he just pointed and paid. He always treated me like an old soul anyway.
What's your favorite Christmas memory?
The holidays are coming up, and against all statistics, that's the happiest time of year for me. Religiously, I don't celebrate Christmas, but who-the-hell-cares-ly, I frickin love Christmas. Everything's brighter with the sparkle of lights, and people are so cheerful, it's contagious. Maybe companies are lacing candy canes with Xstacy, or maybe it's the ridiculous carols you hear everywhere, but there's something about Christmas that makes even the most angry people just lighten the fuck up.
I remember my best Christmas ever. I was ten and I was angry that all the other kids had stupid Rudolph sweaters on their bodies and Christmas trees in their living rooms. I went to sleep crying my little heart out. At three in the morning, my parents woke me up to the most beautiful Christmas tree decked out in lights and ornaments with the most amazing gift under the tree: books. Yes, I was the dorky kid who went bat shit crazy at the hundreds of books that were under this three foot tree. (The only reason the books were "under" the tree was because they placed the tree on the coffee table. Otherwise I wouldn't have been able to see the tree at all.) My superhero of a father had gone out in the middle of the night and gotten the tree and bought BOXES of books from some second hand book shop. It was a dream come true for me. Granted many of them were way past my suggested reading list, I was pretty mature for my age and read through every single book in a month or so. Now that I think about it, getting Dannielle Steele books for your ten year old daughter is probably a no no, but knowing my father I'm guessing he just pointed and paid. He always treated me like an old soul anyway.
What's your favorite Christmas memory?
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