As I write this, it’s been two days since the Christmas day holiday. The actual day felt sort of weird for me, in part due to this image:
That image was down the street where I live earlier on Christmas Day, and as you can tell, Madison had a green Christmas, not a white one. Matter of fact, last Christmas was a green one here as well. Yeah, I know, not everyone sees ample depths of snow on the holiday (the Southern Hemisphere for one), but we’ve been so conditioned to want some of that white stuff sitting on the ground on Christmas Day that we feel bummed out when it’s not there. The day was, however, rather chilly, or at least it was when compared to earlier in the week, when it was somewhat warm and an actual thunderstorm rolled through Madison. (What? Is this springtime?)
You note that I mentioned how chilly it was (only around freezing). I think that change in temperature is the cause of this bummer of a cold I have right now. I felt okay driving to my mom’s Friday afternoon but started feeling it for sure Saturday afternoon when we headed to my sister’s house. It didn’t help that I had to sleep in a cold guest room in Mom’s basement (brrrr). But I’m trying to tough this out; I have Vitamin C supplements and cold medicine to help me fight this thing, and hopefully I won’t feel this blah for too long.
What also felt weird on this Christmas Day was that our family did our gift giving the day afterward. Mom had to work on the holiday, and my youngest sister had a to-do with her new nuclear family. So, we got together at my sister’s house on Saturday, which happened to be Boxing Day, a date where, by coincidence, folks in the British Commonwealth
don gloves and go 12 rounds presents gifts (to the lower classes).
Interesting tale about that gift giving: As I noted previously, our family draws names on Thanksgiving and (try to) limit our gift shopping to that one person. However, when the base of the tree was cleared and everyone had their presents, I was left empty handed. We were asking each other just who drew my name, and it turned out it was my stepfather — who was in the other room shooting the breeze about something or other — that drew my name on Thanksgiving. He stated, “Yeah, I’m sure I brought it in; it should be a gift card in an envelope tucked on the tree.” Well, all the envelopes on the tree were pulled. That’s when we wondered if (A) Dad left it in the truck, or (B) Dad left it at home. Luckily it was only (A): Dad went back into his truck and, sure enough, there was my $25 gift card to shop at Kohl’s (one of the things I was wishing for).
But after all that, I feel a bit embarrassed that I felt a little sore about being this close to not getting a gift at Christmastime. I suggest this because, just as we’ve been conditioned to want a white Christmas every year, we’ve also been conditioned to expect a gift(s) of some sort on the holiday, from Santa or otherwise. But, of course, this season is not as much about giving and receiving and more about being with the ones you love and the ones who love you. So, I did try to program my mindset into believing that it was a simple mistake, which it was of course. But that didn’t stop me from telling Dad, “You know, next year, maybe you should try bigger envelopes.” Yes, it was a joke, and we all got a big laugh out of it.
So, now that you know the gift I got from my family, you may be wondering, “Did you get anything from Santa?” Well, yes, I certainly did.
Underneath my tree on Christmas morning was this brand new, conveniently assembled makeup kit. My old makeup was getting, well, old, and my feminine side’s wish list included something new from the makeup aisle. Luckily, this kit has some cool colors and is assembled so nicely (pull-out mini-drawers!). I can’t wait to put this to very good use. Thanks, Santa! And Happy Holidays to everyone!