Tag: Christmas

Over It

I love Christmas music, don’t get me wrong. But I don’t love it enough to listen to the 24/7 Christmas music radio station for eight hours at work on December 3. And I really, really don’t want to listen to the 24/7 Christmas music radio station that plays seven different versions of “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” during those eight hours.

Don’t misread; I love “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” as much as the next person who loves really depressing Christmas songs. Actually, I probably love it even more because it was written for Meet Me in St. Louis (which is one of my all-time favorite movies) and I have a very strong association between the song and the film (and the super depressing scene when Judy Garland sings the song). But I really didn’t need to hear it seven times today. (Or any day, really. My job is soul-sucking enough as it is, I don’t need the addition of Christmas songs to slit my wrists to.)

“Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” wasn’t the only song I heard more than once, but it certainly had the most repetitions. I heard three versions of “Last Christmas” (but not the Jimmy Eat World version, boo!) and two each of “O Holy Night” and “White Christmas.” And I like all of those songs, but c’mon people; the Christmas season is a marathon, not a sprint. I think there’s a very good chance that I will be Christmas music’d out by Friday. Luckily I have my tradition of listening to Chiodos’ Bone Palace Ballet while wrapping Christmas presents to balance things out. (You think I’m joking. I’m not joking. I’ve done it every year since 2008.)

Until tomorrow.

Happy Christmas

I’m currently waiting for the replay of the Doctor Who Christmas special. I would’ve preferred to watch the first airing, but I knew there was no way that would happen. After all, only one TV in my parents’ house gets BBC America (the family room TV) and that is my dad’s domain. At least until he goes to bed πŸ™‚

So yeah, Doctor Who is pretty much the most exciting part of Christmas (day) for me this year. Well, that and setting up my new iPad πŸ™‚ (I may still feel weird about having received a new iPad, but it would be disrespectful to my parents if I didn’t use it.)

Until tomorrow.

Unexpected Christmas

Have you ever wanted something specific as a gift but, for one reason or another, didn’t ask for it? Perhaps you felt that it would be somehow wasteful to acquire said item or that you didn’t deserve it. And have you then received said item despite the fact that you never asked for it?

It’s a weird feeling, right? That’s where I am with the new iPad Santa gave me for Christmas.

On the one hand, I’m thrilled because I really wanted a new iPad. On the other hand, I’m shocked because I very specifically never asked for one. Sure, I told my parents that my iPad was kind of dying, but I never said I wanted one for Christmas.

My parents spend quite enough money on me as it is and iPads are expensive. Plus, I already had one that worked well enough most of the time. So imagine my shock when the first thing I opened was an iPad. (In fact, I was so shocked that I didn’t even bother to look at the specs, much less open the box. I should maybe take a closer look at that stuff.)

On the whole, I had a lovely Christmas (on Christmas Eve). I got a bunch of books I’d asked for (mostly YA), some souvenirs from my parents’ Mediterranean cruise, and my aunt went crazy with gift cards πŸ™‚

Of course, I just checked Facebook and saw a bunch of pictures from my mom’s family’s annual Christmas Eve gathering. They were lovely, but they made me sad, too. I haven’t gone since 2007 even though I would go every year if I could.

Blah. Now I’m getting all weepy, which was not the plan. I probably just need to go to bed.

Until tomorrow.


Remember last week when I contrasted my wonderful experience at the UPS Store with my hellish experience at the post office? (Yes, hellish. I hate slow-moving lines. And my years in retail taught me to despise checkout counters that aren’t fully staffed and make no move to become fully staffed when there’s a line. Especially during a busy season like two weeks before Christmas. It’s not exactly rocket science.)

Well, UPS wins again because Amazon has already received the package of books I was selling back, looked through them to check their condition, and deposited the gift card into my account. Meanwhile, I have yet to receive confirmation that the rented book I was returning via USPS was received. The one nice thing about having to stand in an interminable line to just drop off the damn package was that the lady gave me a receipt to prove I sent it. So if the package gets lost (which I think is highly probable), at least it won’t be on me; I postmarked the package within the required timeframe.

I’m pretty excited about the gift card, too; it’s a decent chunk of change. I already know some of the books I’m going to buy πŸ™‚ It’ll be like an extended Christmas. (I don’t know about you, but one of my favorite parts of Christmas is the day after when I start buying myself fun stuff with the cash and gift cards that I receive.)

I’d be more stressed out about Christmas right now if I hadn’t wrapped (almost) all of my Christmas gifts today. But I did and they look good πŸ™‚ It’s a fairly decent pile considering how broke I am.

Until tomorrow.

Time Needs To Slow Down Or Something


My brother and sister-in-law are flying down here on Thursday night. That’s so close that it shows up in the Weather app on my iPhone. Which is to say that it’s less than five (5!) days from now.

And why are they coming down? For Christmas, of course! (Well, technically they’re returning to the land of Wawa and TastyKakes on Christmas Eve, but you know what I mean.)

Taken together, this means that Christmas is almost here. (Nine days away, in point of fact.) That is messing with my head big time. I mean, I know it’s December 16, but Christmas doesn’t feel that close. And yet it obviously is.

I’m not ready for it to be Christmas yet, y’know? I felt like I had so much time between the end of classes and Christmas. But I either wasted a lot more time than I thought or I was delusional. (And neither of those options is particularly appealing.)

Oh well, whining is going to do exactly nothing. At least I should have all of my gifts for family before Thursday. That’s something.

Until tomorrow.

Oh God, Already? Eww!

That was my totally logical and not at all immature response to a tweet from Visit Philly. (I said it out loud and everything. In my empty house.)

Said tweet was about the upcoming light display at Longwood Gardens. It’s an annual tradition, you know. And it inspires so much rage and hate in me πŸ™‚

I have two veryΒ logical personal reasons for hating Christmas at Longwood Gardens. In fact, these reasons inspire so much hatred that I can’t confine it to the Christmas season, I just straight up hate Longwood Gardens. But I digress…

The first time I remember visiting Longwood Gardens at Christmas I was five. I was with my parents, my little brother, and my uncle. I can’t imagine that I had much fun because I was five. And the indoor gardens and greenhouses are always crowded and hot as hell at Christmas. That’s always fun with small children, right? So, while I don’t remember a whole lot about that trip, I can pretty safely assume that I didn’t have a great night. There are two other things I know for certain, though. The first is that I was dressed up in my Christmas best and wearing brand new Mary Janes (read: unscuffed). The second is that I was running across the foyer of the main building, which happens to have marble floors, when my feet came flying out from under me and I landed hard on my back and smacked the hell out of my head. Best night ever.

So, yeah, that was a fairly traumatic experience for a five-year-old. It’s not surprising that it made me hate Longwood Gardens, right?

The second reason I hate Longwood Gardens is a little bit different inasmuch as it isn’t about me going Β to Longwood, it’s about me trying to get past Longwood (specifically, the entrance) while a million suckers tried to get in. Yes, I’m talking about traffic. Really horrible traffic. See, the traffic pattern at the intersection of Routes 1 & 52 in Kennett Square was awful at the best of times. (The last time I was in that area I noticed that they’d made major changes there, so the traffic this year might not be as bad. But I wouldn’t really hold my breath.) And most of Longwood Gardens’ light displays are outdoors, so people wouldn’t bother going until it was dark. Which meant that you had an influx of Longwood Gardens visitors during rush hour and it was just bottleneck city. And I’m just trying to get home, y’know? I really resented these morons who wanted to pay a bunch of money to walk around and look at Christmas lights, which is something you can do for free almost everywhere else.

The best part is that, once I was finally free of Longwood Gardens and its suckers, it would still take anywhere from 30-45 minutes to get home. And, man, was I just full of the Christmas spirit by the time I got home.

See, I’ve written a 500-word rant about something that hasn’t affected me since 2006. (I may have difficulty letting things go.) But it felt good to get that off my chest. Most people I know don’t get my hatred of Longwood Gardens because “it’s so pretty.” Sure, it may be pretty, but as far as I’m concerned it’s pure evil.

Until tomorrow.