Of Christmas and Nonsense

Is it really the Holiday season already? Really?

I kinda need to start paying more attention to which month it is. Also read: week, day, year. I wrote 2010 on a bank deposit the other day and didn't notice until the clerk responded by giving me a funny look and asked if I needed to try again.

I think somewhere in the utter mess that is my brain's filing system, I had been keeping track.  Not well, but still keeping track enough to know that the day was soon coming when Stomach would once again go crazy, knock Common Sense and Responsibility unconscious and inhale everything in sight. Otherwise known as Thanksgiving.

(Brain gave thanks for the entertainment of Stomach beating Common Sense over the head screaming- "FOOD-DAY! FOOD-DAY! FOOD. DAY!".)

 I knew the day was approaching, but I somehow failed to comprehend that this meant the holiday season would officially start. Not to the full extent in any case.

This is Stomach:

This is Stomach on Thanksgiving:

Yet, I woke up the day after and in the moment of dreadful realization that I would have to drive to work on Black Friday, the fact that Christmas was only a few weeks away hit me.  Like a pillow full of heavy objects that aren't sharp in any way yet still find a way to accidently cut you.

Still, I'm sure Christmas only meant it with enthusiasm and excitement and didn't mean to cause Responsibility any kind of panic. And to be fair, this panic only lasted the five minutes it took to remind myself that shopping for presents wouldn't be that bad. (Necessary lie to retain sanity)  

Giving people presents is my favorite thing in the world.  It's the actual shopping for them that makes Brain curl into a corner and start muttering gibberish. It probably doesn't help that Responsibility keeps poking at her with a stick labelled 'SHOPPING TIME'

I always get like this with shopping.  I would rather eat crackers for a week than have to leave the house to go to the grocery store.  It usually takes being out of coffee supplies or Responsibility going from poking to hitting to make me go.

But despite the initial dread of shopping, I do love Christmas. I'm all about some Christmas.  I love wrapping presents and decorating all the things and basically all of such Christmas nonsense.   I'm also lucky enough to live with people who like it just as much as I do.  Kristin absolutely refuses to listen or watch or do anything Christmas-y until the very day after Thanksgiving. She yells at Christmas commercials that appear in October (Which are kinda slightly ridiculous) and glares at the decorations in stores. But the day after Thanksgiving she is a fellow Christmas monster.

I'm not sure how our house full of kittens will fare with the decorations.  We're going to try to lock them out of the room with the Christmas tree, but they can be very determined if they so wish.  They'd probably think they were helping by shattering ornaments and chewing up everything.  I'm sure they see it as some form of festivity.  They at least seem to love making snow if the casualty rate of the house's toilet paper rolls is anything to go by.

That, or they're just evil, fluffy demon spawns of satan.  

Probably that one.

So yes, once I give Brain some time to adjust I'll turn into a child. Not in the- I really want to drink this entire thing of cream soda-coffee-chocolate milk and run around like a crazy person- way that is my daily life, but in the Christmas Way.

So Happy Holidays, everyone, belated Thanksgiving and all.  If you don't hear from me again- I've either been crushed by a stampeding crowd or I ate too much pumpkin bread and fell into a coma.