Random Thoughts

A couple of months ago I told myself I wanted a job that would challenge me.. Stupid me. Stupid. The last few weeks have been a nightmare at work and I'm pizzed. Halloween to Christmas is my quarter! It's the 23rd in the evening and I'm still at work. I should be half gone on spiked eggnog and watching National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation.. But I'm not, so someone must pay. Someone. But before I finish up my last task I thought I would take a couple of minutes and think about Christmasseseses of past.

Being a partly Jewish family we always had amazing Christmasses. It's just cruel to deny a Jewish woman an opportunity to use gold in decorating. Gifts were awesome and plentiful which means that the poor Husband must now pander to my "quirks". Every year on Christmas Eve we would wait until it was dark and then it was time to start the partay. Dinner was always cheese fondue followed by chocolate fondue. When asked if we wanted to open gifts first or eat the other offspring would declare "GIFTS". I, the gourmand (read: overeater) would be torn. Still am.

When opening gifts, we would each take a turn. I like this. It draws out the experience. I'll never forget my brother's dismay when he was about 5 when he kept opening up gifts of underwear. "Panties!?" he would declare in disgust, and then throw them at my parents. Smart kid.

Now, I can't wrap, I never have been able to. To quote my dear friend Lucy, upon seeing something I had wrapped, "It's looks like a blind person wrapped that." Yes, I know this. I hate wrapping. There is a point to why I am bringing up wrapping in this post. You see, this is how I found out that Santa didn't exist. (You see how I set this up? See?) Well, my parents used to categorize gifts once we opened them "That's from Grandma. Your father's mother." my mother would state. I kinda think she waited for our reaction and then chose. Then of course we had Santa presents too (Santa sometimes gave us presents on two days. Christmas Eve and Christmas morning. Being a kid was AWESOME!). This is when I found out that old Saint Nick was all a lie. His presents were wrapped in Canadian Embassy Paper. Yeah. Santa's an attache but if anything he'd most likely be working for the American mission. Sigh. It was devastating. But I'm getting over it.

Now, here's another wrapping story that will cause one of my siblings to cringe. One year my sister had a boyfriend. A serious boyfriend. My mother decided to buy black wrapping paper and add one small red ribbon to each one. You get where she was going with this? Highlarious. And potentially damaging to a teenager's sexual confidence. Two in one! Shabam!

Well, I better start to finish up for the day. I's got to meet a friend who I've known the longest ever. Haven't seen her in a few months and there's a lot of catching up to do.

Tomorrow I will probably post about my favourite Christmas presents of past and be slightly snarky that I am not spending it with my parents this year. There's always one person that cries on Christmas in my family and since I'm celebrating it with my husband and in laws who are not related to me, odds are that I will be the one that cries.