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gabriel Love and ferrets and pretending to be a writer. 2003-05-24 5:43 PM only 7 months til Christmas Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: truly perplexed Read/Post Comments (0) |
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In just seven months it'll be Christmas Eve. Whenever it's the 24th or 25th of some month, I alert my coworkers and other hapless passersby to how long it is until Christmas. Almost nobody wants to hear it. Well, okay. Nobody wants to hear it, or maybe some of them are pretending. I wonder if it's like school; when I was a kid it was not cool to admit that you liked school. A couple of times I slipped when someone asked me what my favorite month was. "September!" I blurted out. "Gabriel's a sicko! She likes school!" I had to shuffle fast to make up some reason other than school starting. "The leaves turn yellow. Umm, yeah. And, umm, the weather gets cooler. Don't you hate all that sunshine and shit?" Maybe adults aren't supposed to like Christmas. I do. I admit it. I don't do all the Christmas stuff any more, nor do I feel guilty about whatever parts I don't do, like baking cookies for all the neighbors and sending out Christmas cards to people won't know who the heck I am if I send them a card. There are some parts I'd like to do but either never put a high enough priority on them to do them, or I forget (the same thing, I guess) or I can't find anyone to drag along with me to do them. Really, how much fun would it be to go Christmas caroling alone? I would like to join in the sing-your-own Messiah; haven't managed it yet. There really is such a thing in Portland. I don't know if other cities have it or not. You go to rehearsals if you like, or not if you don't like, then get a score at the door and sing along. I don't know whether you get kicked out if you stand up and sing along with the soloists. I might try that, just to see what happens. |
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