Friday, December 10, 2004
Too Old for My Feelings?
This morning I awoke to the sounds of the parentals yelling. Not the “I’m fed up and I’m taking it out on you” type of yelling or the “Oh dear, something has gone terribly wrong here and I need help” type of yelling. It was the once a year, cheerful shouts that ring out when Ma has decided that the time has come for the Chrissy decorations to come out.
For some reason, the foraging for boxes, the positioning of angels and candles, the hanging of the wreath, can only be managed and directed in excited bellows.
When I stagger down stairs and see the wafts of tissue paper and piles of empty boxes scattered around, the parentals busy climbing on chairs to hold things up for judgement on ideal positioning, I can’t help but wander around after them with a dizzy grin and a juvenile jiggle of anticipation in my tummy. I still love Christmas with the wonderment of a child.
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Hey Franky!
I love the new sea green and picturing all the summer Christmas happenings. I'm not sure why Christmas in the summer is so hard for me to grasp...One thing I was wondering, which may sound stupid, is if the Christmas imagery still involves snow-scapes and hot chocolate or if when you think Christmas you think bikinis and iced tea. You said you listen to Bing Crosby so I assume the idea of a white Christmas is still present, even if the reality is far from that.
Enjoy the decorating. I did some yesterday and felt just as childishly giddy as you describe.
I think I need a spirit infusion. I'm just not feeling it.
Glad you like the new colour Amylou.
I guess Christmas here is a bit of a mix. There are a few touches of the “white Christmas” nostalgia that come partly from our British heritage and partly from our exposure to US culture through TV etc. For the most part though, it’s all lazy heat, seafood, cold beers and backyard cricket. Sometimes Santa is even portrayed in board shorts and a singlet with zinc on his nose and a surfboard tucked under his arm. I suppose that despite being so familiar with the “White Christmas” theme it’s actually pretty hard for me to imagine having a Christmas day like that at all.
Early days yet Robert...
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