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Daily Prompt – The Holdiay Season

Getting Seasonal

The holiday season: can’t get enough of it, or can’t wait for it all to be over already? Has your attitude toward the end-of-year holidays changed over the years?

So i was wondering what to write about when my brain stopped on the word Christmas.  My tree went up really early this year.  Normally I get stuff out and do the tree Nov 1st every year but I was feeling down with Halloween coming up so I put the tree up a week earlier.  Why?  Cause I can’t stand Halloween.   It’s spooky, which i don’t like.   It’s dark and depressing, which I don’t like.  It deals with creepy monsters and ghosts, which I don’t like.  And to top it all off, don’t like being scared.  I don’t feel good when I’m scared.  I don’t get a rush from it and all it does is give me a panic attack.  Those of you who have panic attacks know how unpleasant that is.

So I started working on the tree which is white with blue lights.  I was decorating it with blue and silver which is cold colours but really looks pretty.   I couldn’t find some of the blue tinsel so I made due and spaced things around evenly.  Sure enough, right after I get it just right, I find the box with the last of the blue stuff.    Grumble, grumble.  I was not going to take apart the tree again just to add the stuff.  Once it’s up, it’s up.  So I went and sat in my chair and moped about it.   And being real mature I stuck my tounge out at the decorations that didn’t get used, and of course grumbled some more.  Part of me wanted to be two years old lying on the floor screaming and crying having a tantrum.  But I didn’t and then moved onto accepting that the tree still looked nice anyways.

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So one of the things that happens during this season is a visit from my dad and step mom.  This year it was going to be at my place instead of my sisters who had lived in my building for a few years.  I didn’t have any money to buy food so I decided to make a pot of stew for my parents, and to use the slow cooker that my dad had got me a number of years ago.   So they had a tin of cookies for me and I had one for them too.  My dad gave me a card with 100 dollars in it for Christmas money.  My dad always gives money but also at least one personal gift as well.   Well back to the stew.  Well no matter what I did with the stew it just tasted horrible and had a bad flavour.  I tried tweaking it with soya sauce and tomato paste but it just turned out worse and worse.   So embarrassingly I told them how bad it was and apologized but they were okay.  So when we went out to spend the money dad got us food as well at the mall food court.  It still ended up being a nice visit and afterwards we played Scatagories, in which I won both games.  (I steam my knuckles and rub them on my shirt, with a cocky grin)

I love Christmas for the bright lights and colours, a beautiful time of year, nice music, doing something nice for your friends and family, the music, people or cheery, Christ of course, a colourful tree, decorating and getting new things is at the bottom of my list.  It’s very magical and inspirational for me.  What I don’t like is taking it all down and my house looking dull again.

Just to let you know I get presents for myself cause all my friends are poor and can’t afford anything.  I always get myself some books and favorite body washes and hand soap (smells like gingerbread).  I get myself something creative like a paint by number or a jig saw and some chocolates.  But I never forget my cats.  They have some treats coming for them too.  And I always get them a new toy every year.  And I always pretend that I have to put their Christmas bag O’stuff together when they are not looking.

This season brings me much joy and pleasure and happiness.  God Bless you all for a Merry and Joyous Christmas time.

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