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Merry Christmas!

December 24th, 2008

So since there’s probably not much chance I’ll be writing tomorrow what with Master being home (Come on! Ya’ll can’t tell me you haven’t noticed that I don’t write when He’s home!) and it being Christmas and all, I figured I’d try to get something up today. Since all I can think about is our Charlie Brown Christmas, I guess I’ll tell you about that.

I’m pretty proud of our ingenuity!

Usually around Christmas time finances are pretty tight but we manage to get a tree, a few small gifts, Christmas dinner and any “extras” we may want. This year, we had to choose between the tree and gifts and the “extras”. In all honesty, the extras cost less than the tree and gifts and really were the practical choice. Master refused to give up Christmas dinner, though. Ham dinner is my favorite and can be pretty expensive so we only ever have it on Christmas. So there’s a ham sitting in my fridge waiting to be cooked tomorrow.

Until yesterday, there wasn’t a decoration in sight. With everything that’s gone wrong this year and finances being what they are, my Christmas spirit just is not there. Even as I searched high and low for the box of garland and lights we had tucked away it was only because I wanted to see His smile. Not because I was excited about Christmas. If I had my way, I’d just as soon forget about Christmas altogether this year. But then I’d have to see His pouty little lips and hear His sad little sighs.

Thanksgiving is Master’s favorite holiday. But Christmas is the most important to Him. He’s a firm believer that everyone should be happy on Christmas. And for Him, that means watching my eyes light up when He hands me my presents. Seeing the smiles and tears, regardless of whether or not I told Him what I wanted, when I open them and see He picked out the perfect presents.

For me, it’s always been watching the people I care about open a gift they absolutely love. And maybe they realized how much thought went into it. Maybe not. But the art of gift giving, in my world, must be learned and fine tuned. One can’t just give any old gift! And if it’s something they wanted but never mentioned, all the better! Something that just oozes their nature all over. Perhaps I’m odd. 

So yesterday, when Master came home from work, it looked like a Christmas tree threw up in our apartment. Through the entryway to the living room hangs glittering blue and silver garland, from which hangs the Life Saver candy canes I talked Him into buying even though we’d already decided not to get a tree and [[Trans-Siberian Orchestra]] ornaments we’ve bought from each concert. Around the windows is more of the same. Blue and silver garland with TSO ornaments dangling from the top. Over the front and back doors is gold garland we bought our first Christmas and never used again. I had it all massively taped hoping it wouldn’t fall. It did. Repeatedly. But it all held long enough for Him to see it! And then staple it up so it wouldn’t fall again.

We hung the lights around the tops of the walls. Unfortunately, while I tested them earlier in the day and they all lit up, we found that some had died in the hanging process. I’ll probably finish changing them later today when we go home (We’re at His office till noon).

After hanging the lights, we logged on to World of Warcraft where Master found a piece of armor I bought for when He reaches level fifty on the characters we’re currently playing all wrapped up in blue striped wrapping paper and tied with a purple bow. Blizzard thinks of everything… even if they can’t figure out how to shorten their maintenance windows.

We did have one bit of good news, though it’s horrible of me to be happy about it. Turns out one of Master’s exes who I absolutely cannot stand (she steadily tries to cause problems in our relationship, though her efforts are waning) has become the “cat lady” of her neighborhood. She’s sad and lonely and she hates herself almost as much as I hate myself. I guess it’s true what they say. What goes around comes around.

Merry Christmas, everyone. I’ll try to drag myself out of my alcohol-induced stupor at some point tomorrow to say hello. Not making any guarantees, though!

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