Happy Birthday Noelle Saturday, December 24, 2005I woke up this afternoon and it hit me. Boom, it's Christmas eve.
I liked getting that vibe. It reminded me of when I was ickle. It only lasted a second, but it was great. Like a line of coke, I would imagine.
Once I'd gotten out of bed and some water to sip (the only way to avoid a hangover) I had to start wrapping all the shit I bought and I got back into my 'Christ Almighty, there's a lot of annoying shit you have to do to get to Christmas' mood. First of all, I don't think paper was ever intended to be bent, folded or sello-taped. When the Chinese (or whoever) made it, I think it was really supposed to be left flat. And, of course, rolled into cigarettes and other smoking paraphernalia.
I was going to go on, but that's the end of my Christmas ranting. It's my favourite holiday, my favourite day, even above my birthday (which gets crapper every year). Unfortunately, some people I know have their birthdays on Christmas day, which no doubt completely overshadows their special day. Not only do you only get presents once a year, but nobody ever seems to think of you and it's very doubtful that you'll be going out for drinks with them. I had to deal with a dying grandfather on my birthday, but that was only once. Some people have to deal with Christmas all their lives.
And so, I would like to let everyone know that tomorrow is Noelle's birthday. She is turning 17. Happy Birthday, my dear. The whole country has decorated itself for you. Ignore the stupid Christians and their pagan holidays. They know not why I am merry. I am merry for you.
For the first time, I looked at the all presents I had bought for people and I thought, wow, this is pretty nice. My jewish and dutch blood, of course, also had me thinking 'jesus I spent a lot of money', but I drowned that out with Radiohead (a must for the Christmas season). I think I've done well this year, and I hope people like what they're getting. Even when I spent tiny amounts of money (and I do mean tiny) I think I really hit the 'thought that counts' nail on the head, and not in the cynical way.
Because Christmas really isn't about the presents you get. Sure, it's very nice to know that I'm going to be getting a lot of very nice stuff completely free (made extra nice by the fact that now I have to pay for everything myself), but the best part is having a great excuse to do nothing all day, apart from eat and drink.