I love Christmas. It’s my favorite, absolute favorite, time of the year. I love everything about it. Starting with it happens in winter. And I love winter. The air is crisp, the days are breezy, and mosquitoes are dead. Living in the south I don’t see much snow, but I love it when it actually happens down here. I am, without a doubt, a southerner and I could never make it in the northern states where it gets ass biting cold and snowy and stays that way for months at a time. But I dearly love snow for a day or two or even a week. Every year I anxiously await a flake or two.
I have to take a pause in my Christmas blog to reminisce about snow. One of the very best days of my life involves a surprise snow storm. Well, not really “storm” but definitely lots of snow. TLOML and I had known each other for quite some time before we found ourselves interested in one another in a romantic way. Years, in fact. And our romantic relationship started by e-mail. Hundreds of e-mails. Followed by phone calls. Hundreds of dollars worth of phone calls. All that before we physically saw each other again after finding ourselves hopelessly addicted to one another. Then finally it came, the day we were to see each other again. I was crazy nervous. But it was wonderful. I dare say, magical (try not to puke, even I get sappy from time to time). And that night it snowed. We made snow angels. We kissed as snow as snow fell on our noses. Snow is magical. AND I LOVE IT!
Damn it, I hate and love remembering. The relationship ended and it was for the best. I guess. But I will always remember the snow kisses.
Now, I was tellin’ you about Christmas. There is nothing I don’t like about Christmas. It’s the one time of the year I embrace everything. I love the mangers in peoples’ yards. I love the church plays. I love the twinkle lights. I love the tacky yard displays. The bigger and brighter the better! I love presents and cookies and Christmas trees. Songs and mistletoe and eggnog. Family and friends and strangers. Nutcrackers and candles and fruitcake. Christmas cards and stockings and Bing and Bowie. Fucking everything! Even those Salvation Army bell ringers. When I drive to the mall, get out of the car, and hear that bell ringing I smile. Every damn time. This year it has taken me a minute or two to get into the holiday spirit. I watched Santa ride down the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade from a hospital bed. It dampens the mood ever so much.
Then I watched a clip of Elvis singing Blue Christmas. I cried. And now every thing is back to normal. I am ready for some god damn merriment! Fa la la la la la la fucking la!!!!!