It’s the 10th of December. i have some circular greenery stuck on my front door. With a mangled, red ribbon – smooshed from overuse and bad storage habits. Neighbors have tastefully decorated their lamp posts and entryways with wooden santas, pine shrapnel and understated light displays*.
i don’t shop. i buy goofy shit for my kids, generally do something for my Mom**. The random silly gift for friends, and perhaps a gift basket*** or two for the admin ladies at the office. All of which can be taken care of via internet…which i did in about 20 minutes from work today on my lunch break. it’s not hard. Thoughtless impulse purchases take only minutes….
Tomorrow is the fucking office christmas party. For the past few years, some of my geek-musician friends and i pull together some tunes, bring in a sound system and perform a few songs. After the keg is half gone, we swap that out for karaoke to assure ample opportunity for public humiliation amongst our colleagues.
Here i sit. Just not feeling it. Baked up some cinnamon-cranberry scones to bring to the office event. Put up the christmas tree. My house smells wonderful. There’s a naked pine tree in my empty living room. A content, but generally confused, dog at my feet. My shopping – such as it is – is done. No worries, no stress, no pressure…
Maybe i need to do something with the playlist i put on when i got home tonight? Natalie Merchant and Rufus Wainwright do not make for cheeriness and holiday warmth. And i should probably drop Joni Mitchell’s River from my setlist for tomorrow. it’s the only christmas song i do… tends to make people wanna cut themselves, though… not good for a party.
So i’m switching over to some Bob Marley and UB40. Then throwing a little Jon Stewart on the tv-tube and hitting the exercise equipment. i think i’m just missing my kids… The Boy turns 20 in a few days, and is at school, taking his last final exam of the semester. He’ll be around this weekend. The Girl (aka “Danger Monkey”)? Returns from her semester in Beirut on Monday…
it ain’t the stuff. it’s the people. it’s always about the people…
* unlike my former neighbors, who were of the mind that unless your display pulled megawatts, and caused rolling blackouts, it wasn’t bright enough!
** Last years gift was such a big hit, i think i’m gonna give her a bathrobe this year….
*** Generally, gift cards, “smellies”, wine or booze and chocolates. If the admin gal is suitably wired? There have been potions, lotions and things that go “bzzzzz….”… Ho, ho, ho!