Friday, December 10, 2010

Christmas to Me Is...as the Grinch


...a great TV dinner (I highly recommend Marie Calendars) and a perfect time for Movie Day.

...a month long horrorfest of people trying to get other people cheerful by singing Christmas carols at the top of their lungs...because that's fun. 

...having your life threatened because the cook (on non-TV dinner X-mases) lost the serving spoon. Yes. Because that was my fault.

...listening to elevator Christmas music...because Christmas music wasn't bad enough already.

...hearing everyone's greatest, most romantic moments...because they only really happen around Christmas.

...getting into a punching match over the VERY LAST TICKLE ME ELMO in the entire city and county of COLORADO!....and then losing....

...trying very hard to forget about Christmas and then realizing on the 20th that you were going to order all your gifts from Amazon because you're tired of getting your butt kicked by grannies and their canes. *sigh* Yes, hello, grannie. Your cane's name is George? Wow. That's great. Thanks. He feels wonderful against my shin.

...learning recipes for "real" cookies in the baking aisle, from people picking up a just-add-water mix.

...being set up on dates over bananas. Okay, I'll buy the bananas if you give me your grandson for free. Just don't HIT me!

Those are some of my most memorable good-time moments of the Christmas season. What are some of yours? Teheehehe! I love this!

1 comments:

  1. I still love Christmas even though it's getting smaller and smaller each year. Mom doesn't want to even have the tree but stepdad bought a fake one anyways, so I'll probably set it up.

    Only bad memory is working the day after Thanksgiving one year at Target in Utah. OMG People running down the aisles right after the doors opened. Stealing carebears from other people's carts. CareBears! Seriously.

    Other than that, Christmas has always been about spending time with family. I miss the Christmas dinners with great grandma. The really big family dinners that had so many relatives that it was hard to fit us all in the small house. The fun the little kids had playing with each other while occasionally taking a black olive from the tray even though it wasn't dinner time yet. Nice times. Sucks growing up.

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