I'll check in with everyone next week and if you usually receive a Christmas card from me, worry not--I just haven't freakin' sent them yet. Yes, yes, Skyla fail. I know.
As a reminder, there's a short story set in the 'verse that takes place around Christmas time--I wrote it exclusively for Melissa of My World...in words and pages for her two year blogging anniversary this summer. If you missed it (or want to check it out again), it's free to read at her blog. Linky-link.
Have a wonderful day! I'm hoping to be online playing catch up tomorrow (me? Boxing Day shop? Um, NO. *shudder*)
(Anyone else picture Zara singing this to Nate because she's so pushy? Yeah, me too.)
I have a love/hate thing with Christmas...I like presents, but I hate waiting for them. I have fond memories from childhood, but nasty ones from adulthood. Oh, and I fucking hate winter, which kills a lot of the joy from the season for me. But I thought I'd share some random things 'cause I just don't have anything else to blog about...
* I didn't really believe in Santa, but I liked leaving carrots for his reindeer just in case. And FYI: I don't think parents should tell their kids that strange men come into their houses at night. It certainly affected my ability to sleep.
* There is only one photo of me with Santa when I was three or four, and I'm crying and screaming in it because I had no idea who this weird guy was that my mum had just given me to. Another FYI: parents, that's totally not cool to do to your kids.
* In the first grade, I accidentally put "Love, Skyla" on all the Christmas cards I handed out at school. I say "accidental" because I didn't really love everyone, but I wrote it for my friends and didn't realize I was doing it for everyone else. And then I got made fun of severely.
* I STILL do that kind of thing. I make out all my Christmas cards at once, and usually write "Love, Skyla" without even thinking about it. As a result, I'm certain that all my acquaintances, employers, and neighbours from the past several years think I'm overly emotional or perhaps a little creepy.
* I care more about wrapping than the actual gift I'm giving. I figure it can be the crappiest gift in the world, so long as it looks pretty. Thank you, innate marketing ability, for that valuable lesson.
* Christmas Eve and Day were always spent at my grandparent's place when I was a kid. This meant that I didn't always get to peek at my presents early because they wouldn't be put out until later.
* The years when we didn't do that, I almost always unwrapped my presents early, saw what they were, then rewrapped them and feigned surprise later.
* I once got a giant She-Ra pillow-y toy that was almost as tall as me. I wish I still had that.
* I was very disappointed every year as I grew up and got fewer toys. Even as a teenager, I secretly hoped I'd open my gifts and find Barbie dolls.
* I have the uncanny ability to guess what people purchased for me using very few clues. And before I open things, I like to correctly guess what's wrapped up.
* Both Aunt Judy and I got my dog presents this year. She's so spoiled.