I wrapped Christmas gifts today! I am kind of renowned in my family for my terrible wrapping skills. My presents all look fantastic from the front but from the back… yeah. And they don’t even look that great from the front either, if I’m being completely honest. Oh well. Everyone gets a kick out of it, mostly. Maybe not so much when they are still working through all the tape an hour after I’ve handed them their gifts, but whatever. That is the beauty of Christmas. Possibly even the magic of it as well.
In the spirit of the season, I’m going to share two of my favourite Christmas memories.
The first is rather simple: spending half the night looking out my window, trying to spot Santa and his reindeer in the sky. It is nice and kind of sad to think I believed in something that much.
The second involves my sister. The same sister who is the reason there are no mirrors in my bedroom today (my only sister, in fact!):
It was Christmas Eve and I was young enough to believe in Santa but probably close to the doubting age. My sister and I set our stockings on our bedposts as usual and went to join the festivities. A little while later, my sister told me there was something IN our stockings! Santa had come a little early! I ran up to my room and found a sucker that hadn’t been there before! Proof!
Seriously, my sister had me CONVINCED Santa stopped by for a little pre-gifting before he’d circle the globe and come back to give us the rest. A lollipop to tide us over. This event effectively extended my belief in Santa for maybe an extra year or ten.
Much later, my sister told she put the sucker in my stocking and why she did it. This is what she said, verbatim: “I was so you would have a good memory of me, Courtney. A memory that cancelled out the traumatizing time I told you about Candyman. I really regret that. It was cruel. And you may never forgive me and I would understand. Just know that I’m sorry. Sorrier than I have ever been in my LIFE and I will spend the rest of my days trying to make it up to you. JUST LET ME KNOW HOW AND WHAT I CAN DO. PLEASE. I CAN’T LIVE WITH THIS GUILT ANYMORE. SOB SOB.”
Or at least, that is what I pretend she said verbatim.
O, teasing aside, it is one of my favourite memories of my lovely sister.
(<3 U MEGGY!)
So YTV keeps airing the same two Christmas episodes of Futurama over and over, which is okay because I really love them. Maybe a little too much. It's probably wrong that I kind of wish Christmas was like how Christmas is in Futurama. It's not my fault they make it sound awesome. Going into lockdown mode to keep the evil Santa Robot with impossibly high standards from killing you vaguely recalls going into lockdown mode to keep evil zombies with their insatiable hunger for flesh from eating you! What’s not to love?! If I can bring it back to zombies somehow, I am sold.
Anyway. I think this blog might get a little quiet(er than it already is) between now and the 25th, what with doing all the Christmas prep and such, so happy holidays to everyone!