Seasonal *splat*
*sigh*
Gift shopping going about as anticipated.
I have to go by someplace in the next few days and get another armload of decorative paper, rubber stamps and cardstock to make nifty cards out of.
Anyone who wants a nifty Yule card from me ought to email me a snail-mail addy - I make no promises, but if I know you and you want one, I'll try! ^^
... There will also probably be baking and crap going on - there's some sort of bug going around, naturally, so I don't know how much of anything I'm going to get done (Other than taking a bulldozer or a flare or something to the dining room flat file-ca- ... pardon me. The dining room table before Thanksgiving... also known as 'that day after which the commercial season goes bonkers'..)
Don't get me wrong, I /love/ Christmas. Or Yule - whatever. What I do /not/ love is the commercial 'buybuybuybuygimmegimme' thing that pops up. That goes on the list, along with the plastic animatronic santas/trees that sing/dance that always seem to pop up in malls - usually alongside the giant singing teddy bears and the live 'Tell Santa What You Want For Christmas!' thing.. (Which was neat when I was ten, and is fun to /watch/ ...) but... ARGH!
Get off it, already! What do I want for Christmas? I want the godsbedamnned commercialism and the buy this, buy that, gimmegimmegimme thing to go away!
Times like this I wish I had the /time/ to knit and /make/ gifts. Hand knitted socks are always nice. Hand-made nearly anything is always fun - one reason I've been making cards for birthdays and stuff of late, just so the commercialist yaps don't get /all/ my money.. and I can usually get more than one card out of a few sheets of deocorative paper! ^.~
Am I nuts? Maybe.
But I'm /really/ tired of the 'buybuybuy' 'partypartyparty' 'gimmegimmegimme' thing that Yule's become...
I mean, I remember when I was a little girl - some of the best Christmas' were waking up at the crack of dawn (after spending the day before decorating the tree) and having oatmeal (/real/ oatmeal, with heavy cream and honey or turbinado sugar..) after diving into a stocking full of goodies, like those loose-skinned sweet oranges you can't seem to find here anymore. Not to mention the chocolates.. ^^
Then, after breakfast, opening presents. That was fun... and it was simple. Quiet, even. And then off to Nanny's house, where there would be more presents and lots of food and sausage rolls and other pastry goodies, and crackers.. the kind you pull, not the kind you eat. *wry grin*
Often, someone would talk someone else - usually Mom - into dragging out an instrument and we'd sing carols. Mom played guitar (plays, I guess - although I'm sure she's rusty - it's been a /long/ time...)
That was fun. Some of that, we still do, of course - I still like to have oatmeal for breakfast before getting into the serious present opening, there are still sausage rolls and crackers to pull before eating dinner... but it wasn't the presents. *smirk* Not that that wasn't fun. My favorite thing has always been to watch the looks on their faces when they got the paper off and saw something they had been /wanting/ ... and of course, watching the cats kill the wrapping paper after!
For me at least, that's what the season is. (Well, that and the little sweet oranges... ^.~)
(Now, spending the time on the shortest night of the year having a wild party in the hopes the Sun will come back up just to see what all the ruckus is about.. which is one version of Yule, also sounds like fun - but I think I'd rather do it the other way and ask nicely, with proper ceremony, if I'm going to go to all that trouble... ^.~ )
Gift shopping going about as anticipated.
I have to go by someplace in the next few days and get another armload of decorative paper, rubber stamps and cardstock to make nifty cards out of.
Anyone who wants a nifty Yule card from me ought to email me a snail-mail addy - I make no promises, but if I know you and you want one, I'll try! ^^
... There will also probably be baking and crap going on - there's some sort of bug going around, naturally, so I don't know how much of anything I'm going to get done (Other than taking a bulldozer or a flare or something to the dining room flat file-ca- ... pardon me. The dining room table before Thanksgiving... also known as 'that day after which the commercial season goes bonkers'..)
Don't get me wrong, I /love/ Christmas. Or Yule - whatever. What I do /not/ love is the commercial 'buybuybuybuygimmegimme' thing that pops up. That goes on the list, along with the plastic animatronic santas/trees that sing/dance that always seem to pop up in malls - usually alongside the giant singing teddy bears and the live 'Tell Santa What You Want For Christmas!' thing.. (Which was neat when I was ten, and is fun to /watch/ ...) but... ARGH!
Get off it, already! What do I want for Christmas? I want the godsbedamnned commercialism and the buy this, buy that, gimmegimmegimme thing to go away!
Times like this I wish I had the /time/ to knit and /make/ gifts. Hand knitted socks are always nice. Hand-made nearly anything is always fun - one reason I've been making cards for birthdays and stuff of late, just so the commercialist yaps don't get /all/ my money.. and I can usually get more than one card out of a few sheets of deocorative paper! ^.~
Am I nuts? Maybe.
But I'm /really/ tired of the 'buybuybuy' 'partypartyparty' 'gimmegimmegimme' thing that Yule's become...
I mean, I remember when I was a little girl - some of the best Christmas' were waking up at the crack of dawn (after spending the day before decorating the tree) and having oatmeal (/real/ oatmeal, with heavy cream and honey or turbinado sugar..) after diving into a stocking full of goodies, like those loose-skinned sweet oranges you can't seem to find here anymore. Not to mention the chocolates.. ^^
Then, after breakfast, opening presents. That was fun... and it was simple. Quiet, even. And then off to Nanny's house, where there would be more presents and lots of food and sausage rolls and other pastry goodies, and crackers.. the kind you pull, not the kind you eat. *wry grin*
Often, someone would talk someone else - usually Mom - into dragging out an instrument and we'd sing carols. Mom played guitar (plays, I guess - although I'm sure she's rusty - it's been a /long/ time...)
That was fun. Some of that, we still do, of course - I still like to have oatmeal for breakfast before getting into the serious present opening, there are still sausage rolls and crackers to pull before eating dinner... but it wasn't the presents. *smirk* Not that that wasn't fun. My favorite thing has always been to watch the looks on their faces when they got the paper off and saw something they had been /wanting/ ... and of course, watching the cats kill the wrapping paper after!
For me at least, that's what the season is. (Well, that and the little sweet oranges... ^.~)
(Now, spending the time on the shortest night of the year having a wild party in the hopes the Sun will come back up just to see what all the ruckus is about.. which is one version of Yule, also sounds like fun - but I think I'd rather do it the other way and ask nicely, with proper ceremony, if I'm going to go to all that trouble... ^.~ )
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