Whats Christmas really all about? share your thought

Right now it's about the spiked egg nog chilling in the fridge for consumption - possibly this evening. But will need to position the timing on it as I'm on some penicillin and need to wait 2 hours in before any dairy consumption. It's about how I've felt like crap the whole past weekend, and then today had to go out for some final xmas stuff and the traffic sucked up a good 2 hours of my errands - of which said errands would have normally been all done within an hour. I was out for a good 4 and had next to nothing in my bags upon returning home.

It was about me feeling feverish in the car while driving around, and yet being nice enough to let other cars get out of packed parking lots (jumping in front of me) and onto the highway parking lot.

It was about me standing in the check out line at the crafts store, then going into a massive coughing and hacking fit, scrambling for a cough drop in my purse, then eyes watering and non stop coughing while I struggled to unwrap the halls wrapper. And noticing those directly in front of me and behind me in the long shopping line drift away from my close proximity.

Upon arriving at the check out, the gal asked me How Was I? And I said, I survived the coughing fit in line, so things were looking up. And she encouraged me to feel better soon.

So yes, I took her advice and hit the liquor store on the drive home. Home being where I'm at this week, but it's not my house.

Remembering last year going to visit my mother in the loony ward, who had no idea it was even xmas, and still not realizing my dad had just passed. That trip was a teary eyed disaster where mom was sitting in the main lobby with a room full of other loons. Some smart person had "Oh holy night" or some flipping sad ass xmas dreary elevator radio station on and I could do nothing more than excuse myself to go outside and just get what ever out of my system while waiting for my brother to finish the visit with her.

I toil over if I should send my ex of 14 years a holiday card as the breakup is fresher than milk from a cows teets. I did muster up the energy to send his mom a nice card, with a letter enclosed that we were no more and be sure to remove me from any beneficiary documents that may have been prepared - which I was told existed but never saw any proof of.

I have yet to drop some xmas stuff to my own mother this year. Oh joy. Last year she at least still recognized us where as this year we are all complete strangers. Not that it was ever the prized mother daughter relationship like those flaunted on hallmark movie channels and such.

Florida sunshine cures some things, yet totally f's with my head as I've spent the majority of my winters in the north and the warm weather down here is nice and disturbing at the same time. i have secret fears of alligators barreling through the yard and attacking me.

I'm not confident the eggnog will taste the same in 80 degree weather as it does when it's 30 or so outside when the booze factor is necessary to warm one up a bit.

So for this year that is what MY Christmas is really all about.

Thanks for asking.

Ha!

Weird thing about melted chocolate is how it is such a hard swallow.

Oughta go down easy, but it don't.

It is also harder to blow outta your nostrils than coffee if sumthin' makes you laugh.

Frickin' paradox.

Troll,...ups!


I think that you have it wrong, the relatives usually go for the socks, and sometimes disappointing gifts.

Your better half if she listens, will buy one of the presents you gave her on your list.

Sounds more like, your pretend girlfriends,are getting p*** about non-commitment, and are throwing socks about!


Careful, religion is prohibited here!

Besides you need a AK-47 to convince some here of that?