I have not really felt any winter holiday spirit since 2011, the worst year of my life. (In the space of 6 months, my Mom, paternal grandmother, and one of our kitties all died. Oh, and I was unemployed for most of it.) We don't really decorate anymore (the current configuration of the house isn't conducive to it), and just ... meh.
But the tradition that's held fast is one from my childhood: Dad and I go holiday shopping. It doesn't matter how busy we may be, it doesn't matter if we're on extremely tight budgets. We take an evening, go out for a snack, and roam around.
Today's that day! Which is exactly what I need. Yes, even the annual questions of "Are you a Christmas caroler" from clueless people who don't understand that full skirts, high-collared blouses, and frock coats don't equal caroler. This year I'm wearing all black and no top hat, and I know I'll still get that question.
But the tradition that's held fast is one from my childhood: Dad and I go holiday shopping. It doesn't matter how busy we may be, it doesn't matter if we're on extremely tight budgets. We take an evening, go out for a snack, and roam around.
Today's that day! Which is exactly what I need. Yes, even the annual questions of "Are you a Christmas caroler" from clueless people who don't understand that full skirts, high-collared blouses, and frock coats don't equal caroler. This year I'm wearing all black and no top hat, and I know I'll still get that question.
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*evil grin*
Especially if it's one of those damnable "salvation" army bell ringers...
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