Christmas Rocks!

Christmas.  I just love this time of year.  I'm coming to realize that I seem to be in the minority on that score, but I don't care.  I love the smells, the music, the movies, the decorations, and most of all that Christmas feeling.  I'm fairly cynical most of the rest of the year, but not in December.  In December I am watching all of my favorite holiday movies, putting up my Christmas tree, and listening to Christmas music.  Make fun of me if you want to, but even though for the past couple of years I have been away from my family during the holidays I never get sad because I love the season too much.

I do miss my Mom though.  It hasn't quite been the same since she passed away, but I still have my memories.  We always had this kind of challenge every year.  She would try her hardest to hide what she was getting me for Christmas and I would always try to find my presents.  You see, as much as I loved my mother, she had terrible taste in clothes.  If a store had one article of clothing that was made from cheap polyester she would find it...and buy it....for me.  Okay, that's not the only reason.  I'm just not a patient person.  I wanted to see what I was getting.

I remember one year, my Mom went to a Christmas party and left me home alone.  She had already wrapped all of her gifts and put them under the tree.  When she left I went under the tree and found all of the presents with my name on them.  I carefully unwrapped just one side of each gift, slid it out, and checked it out to see what it was.  When I was done I would slid the gift back in, retaped it and put it back under the tree where I had found it.  On Christmas morning, after I opened my gifts, I told Moo what I had done.  She scolded me, as I knew she would, but I was always honest with her and I knew I deserved to be yelled at.  Afterwards, we laughed about it because it was hilarious. 

Oh, did I mention that when this happened I was 22?  Yes. I'm totally awesome. :)