I feel like Cindy-Lou-Who today. Maybe I should burst out in song, "Where are you Christmas?"
I just got back from a full day of "Christmas Shopping" and feel like a complete scrooge. I hated the whole day. And that's not how Christmas should be. I didn't like how Christmas has become a day of buying people a lot of stuff they don't really need with money we don't really have or should spend on something useful, like my bills for example. I mean, don't get me wrong, I think every kid should get some Christmas presents from Santa and even I enjoy them, but it's all what people focus on these days. Drives me crazy. It's like people have to do the, "I have to get a gift as good or better than what they are giving me or else they won't like me or I'll be embarrassed. . ." Come on, people.
That last paragraph seemed very scrooge-ish. But, I am sick of the tom-foolery. Let's just focus on Christ and the true meaning of Christmas. Let's focus on serving other and not trying to impress them. For Christmas, all I want is to go up into the mountains and stay in a cozy cabin with my family, just enjoying time together.
Also. . . what is it with MEN?!!?!? Do they not understand that when there is a pile of dirty dishes in the sink, that they might actually need to be cleaned? I dunno, call me crazy. . .
Sorry, that was irrelevant.
Today was the funeral of a dear dear aunt of mine. I called her Aunt Shirley. She was my grandma's younger sister. I loved her so much. She was in a way my last connection to my grandma-- she treated me like a grandchild and she felt like my grandma. Everything about her reminded me of Gma Stowers and in a way her funeral today and viewing last night seemed like a re-run of 2 1/2 years ago when we had those 3 funerals in a row in one summer. I think my mood has been down for that very reason. Life is hard. And you miss people. And that sucks.
But, that being said. . . life does go on. Although I might dare someone to try and piss me off at the moment due to my current mood, I know that tomorrow will be better. It's Christmas Eve and even if others may not focus on what Christmas is about tomorrow, it doesn't mean I can't. I can learn to love those screaming children in the mall- their lovely parents that elbow you in the side- the grand total of a purchase that you think is completely lame- and anything else that might be a pet peeve. I can love it.
I am blessed. I am. Have had a h@#$ of a day, but life is still good and I would like to wish my faithful blog readers a very, very, Merry Christmas. I also challenge you to do something nice for someone :)
