One of my favorite holiday activities is driving around looking at Christmas lights. I can remember being a child and sitting in the back of my parents vehicle with my cousins marveling at the beauty of the twinkling lights. Decorations were much simpler back then. No professionals putting up lights for people. But they filled …
I struggle with whether I believe myself to be on Santa’s naughty or nice list. I can make a case for both, depending on the type of mood I am in.
I found myself in a sad predicament last year. I was alone on Christmas morning. It was miserable and I am still recovering. I had planned trying out a new breakfast pizza recipe on my parents, but by the time I woke up and got around to preparing the dish they had already left their house to go partake in bloody marys with their friends. All that greeted me was a note that they had left on their kitchen counter.
Although I don’t believe it, apparently I snore when I sleep.
I was the first born grandchild on both sides. Needless to say, I’m sure I was ridiculously spoiled as a child.
There have been plenty of times in my life when I have been involved in a group effort to take a meal to a family in need. Maybe someone just had a car accident, surgery, is going through chemo or any number of other reasons people find themselves overwhelmed and something as simple as bringing a meal can bring comfort.
Just for the novelty of it, I had to try Shock Top End of the World Midnight Wheat beer.
My family does not go overboard with gifts during the Holidays. Since I am unattached, no kids, no nieces or nephews, I have very few gifts that I purchase for Christmas. I have my parents, my brother and his girlfriend and my grandparents. I also buy little things for my students, co-workers and a few close friends, but nothing that requires a lot of money or searching. I typically like to spend one afternoon shopping, but I other than that I avoid shopping areas (even the grocery store!) like the plague this time of year. Who needs to spend 45 minutes in the parking lot simply trying to turn right onto the highway?
Part of me always kind of wonders when my good karma is coming. Which is when I remind myself that someone that thinks they have good karma coming is rarely the type of person who actually does.
No matter what time of the year it is, I am never a morning person. My alarm clock and I have never had a good relationship. I am very bitter towards it. I simply enjoy sleep too much. I won’t even get up fifteen minutes early to make myself breakfast, which keeps me fairly reliant on the granola bar industry. Winter mornings strike a fear in me that no other mornings do, though.