Christmas and Me

I know. I don’t have a job (well, I do, but I can’t have it, so no money is coming in), and therefore I shouldn’t spend money on presents. But I can’t help it.

On Tuesday, after interviewing a band, I went to the mall. I arrived at 4. I was back in the car with 20 presents, that is, all my Christmas shopping, by 6:30PM. By 11:30 that night, they were all wrapped. How’s that for OCD?

I’m not religious; I was brought up in a house where god was not discussed. Religion hardly came up until I got really into Star Wars and was like “Ooo, the Force”. But this doesn’t mean that we didn’t celebrate Christmas (or Easter for that matter). I have really fond memories of waking up in the middle of the night as a small child when I needed to go to the bathroom and seeing the warm glow of the Christmas tree lights coming from the living room.

I know that I shouldn’t get a tree this year because I don’t have the money for it and I know it’s bad for the environment. But it will make me sad if I don’t get one. And I got this cool flamingo ornament for my birthday from my friend. And another friend last year was disappointed when I didn’t have her over the help decorate the tree. I didn’t know that was something she loved. But now I do. So on Monday I’m gonna go by a tree slightly shorter than me (last year’s tree was my height) and then decorate it. I’m excited. Then I’ll have a place to put the presents instead of the corner of my room.

Also, maybe that will make all this cold, sitting around in my house a little happier. Seriously, being in this house during the day is miserable, since I refuse to turn on the heater, since I don’t want to raise the gas bill while I’m unemployed, and make my roommate pay for it. That seems cruel. Maybe I’ll go put on my wool hat.