merry christmas everyone! i hope santa found each and every one of you, well maybe not the ones who leave me nasty blog comments–but those of you who don’t, i hope he brought you everything on your list. as for me, i never felt as loved as i did when unwrapping my pretty new hello kitty coffeemaker!
every year on christmas eve santa comes to every house in my hometown and to this day i still get a warm fuzzy opening to the door let santa in. when i was younger they paid the town drunk (and my sunday school teacher!!) to play santa, but since he died in thailand a few years ago it’s not been the same. i miss drunk santa.
this year after santa left the doorbell rang for a second time. usually not a big deal, but in a town with the population of 4 (most of which are related) it’s not often to have someone actually ring the bell rather than walk in. i opened the door and let in a lady i didn’t know. when my dad saw her he simply walked into the garage without a word, and came back with a suspicious looking box. i grew up in the country, and while i don’t choose to own rifles i certainly know a gun box when i see one, even if it is wrapped in festive paper. it was at that very moment i discovered my dad was a arms dealer. needless to say, i’m very nervous to see what gifts i’ll be receiving tomorrow…
always a procrastinator, i finished up my christmas shopping yesterday, and noticed this on the ground of a parking lot:
looks like someone else is out there taking care of last minutes business…
being a nice person is exhausting, not that i really know, but still…
on my way home last night i let two cars cut in front of me; neither driver gave me a thank you wave, and for some reason this really pissed me off. i think i only want to be a nice person when i know i’ll be getting credit for it. i feel like george constanza, and that’s really not a good feeling.
at this point i’m hoping santa brings me a soul.
have you ever wanted to make up your own holiday? me too, so i did. read more here!
