Get In, Loser; We’re Going Shopping

In case you don’t keep count, we have twenty-one days left until Christmas. That’s right; everyone has three weeks left to take care of everything they need to before the most anticipated holiday of the year arrives. (Can you believe that? 2017, hands down, has been the shortest year of my life!)

You know, I realize that I anticipate Christmas just as much as I do Halloween, if not a tiny bit less. I have no regrets.

Only a couple of weeks ago, my mom said that Christmas is only fun for the kids. Yeah, I would say that I still consider myself a kid, but a lot of things are different from when I was little. For one thing, back then, I believed in Santa Claus and elves and flying reindeer—and now I get to play Santa, Buddy the elf, and Rudolph. I get to choose, wrap, and hand out gifts like it’s the opposite of my birthday.

And I still love every second of Christmastime. The decorating of the house and the tree, the gift wrapping, the music, the movies, the exchanging of gifts, the high quality family time. I feel like Christmas has a certain kind of magic to it. It’s this one day a year that brings everybody together: every child is filled with joy, every parent feels a little more satisfied (and a little less stressed) than usual, and every grandparent adds another story to tell. Some people take the chance to dress up, while others get to stay in their pajamas all day. It’s an all-around great day.

I love Christmas. Sure, having empty pockets suck, but it’s worth it when you watch the kids’ eyes brighten up with glee.

So, maybe Christmas is more fun when you have little kids—when you get to keep this secret of Santa, and the magic is in full effect. Maybe the magic fades as the kids grow older and learn the truth. But it doesn’t change the fact that it’s a special time for family and friends to get together, and celebrate another year together as a family. Christmas becomes a special thing all on its own, different for every group of people.

You’re probably wondering why I’m talking about Christmas when the title technically has nothing to do with it—ah, but you forget that I’ve said plenty of times before how much I love Christmas shopping. Despite the fact that I literally let myself have $20 out of my entire paycheck to support myself for every two weeks for about five pay periods in a row, I love it. It makes me feel like I have some type of purpose to make others happy, even if it’s only for just five minutes.

Because that’s what it’s all about, right? Making others happy, spending quality time, feeling good about yourself. That’s what it’s about for me. I’m no messiah of gift giving, but I do try to get things that I think will make as many people happy as possible. I stress myself over it, but I don’t even care; stress is a part of me just as much as my right arm is a part of me.

And this weekend, I was able to finish getting Christmas gifts for a handful of people, just because I got paid on Friday. And I don’t want to toot my own horn, but I’m damn proud of myself.

By the way, I stayed at my mom’s house over the weekend, and she actually let me drive her car. I was surprised she let me—I don’t even know why I was, but I was. It was nice to get to drive somewhere other than around the block from Dad’s to drop off Caitlyn and Heinrich at Mom’s house. (Not like I went very far, but I got to go anywhere else, nonetheless.)

I can’t lie…I am very excited for the next few upcoming weeks! I really hope everyone gets to be a little more on the optimistic side about the holidays.


Prompt: Take a quote from a movie you love—there’s the title of your post. Now, write!

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