Tonight I sit in my new (to me) reading chair, alone on Christmas Eve. My last post was a month ago, and what a month it’s been!
In my last post, I mentioned that there were two people in the world whose loss I didn’t think I could handle. Now one of them has COVID.
So I was watching a bunch of YouTube videos of people showing what they’d gotten for Christmas, and it kind of made me want to share what I’d gotten. Except I haven’t made a video in a while and it felt a bit weird for the first video in a while to be a bunch of gifts I’d received. So I’m doing it in blog post form, in the hopes that it doesn’t seem as self-centred when written down.
I don’t know why I don’t write much anymore. It isn’t like interesting things aren’t happening to me.
It has been three days and I haven’t posted anything, though not for lack of trying. I think my problem has been that I’ve been getting too sentimental, too personal. It got to the point where I couldn’t take myself seriously in the rereading of any of it. And so, I’ve decided to take a step back from the personal posts and write a list: How To Find Holiday Spirit.
On my mom’s side, I have 20 aunts and uncles and 25 cousins, three of which have spouses and one who has a toddler and a baby due any day now. Including my siblings and I, my maternal grandparents have 28 grandchildren and nearly 2 great-grandchildren. I am the youngest of the older half of the grandchildren, and for six years before 2011, I was smack dab in the middle.
On Christmas there’s a big party at my grandparents’ house. After dinner, presents—usually between close cousins, or godparents and godchildren—are given out. Then the older half, plus the oldest of the younger half, of the cousins do our secret santa exchange and get to discover who had our name and so on. After we’re done, the adults (I guess, at twenty, I’m technically an adult, but here “adult” means family members out of university who have jobs and own homes and stuff) play their gift-giving game where they draw numbers and the whole thing is kind of complicated.
After the adults have finished their game, the dining table is cleared and the poker game begins.
I was going to write what was supposed to be my first Arts+Crafts post, but I’ve never painted a mug before today and I kind of messed up. You’ll have to settle for a picture of a dollar-store mug I drew on with a multi-surface paint pen. It was much easier than painting with acrylics. It looks good with my mini pink Christmas tree, doesn’t it? Nice contrast. Anyway, that’s it for this post. It’s actually forty-seven minutes past midnight so I guess that makes this post officially late. I apologize. Since tomorrow is Christmas Eve and the day after is Christmas, I might be too busy to post. If I have the time, then I’ll definitely put something up, but I’m telling you just in case. Hopefully, you’ll be too busy to notice if I do or not.
Don’t. Just stay home and drink hot chocolate happily knowing you ordered everything online a month ago. Otherwise you’ll end up with less than a week until Christmas and less than half your list checked off, like me. And you’ll be cursing your own stupidity as you navigate a crowded mall and wait in crazy mile-long lines because this could all have been avoided.
My dorm room is pretty standard. I have a fixed bed, desk, wardrobe, and shelves. I’m lucky enough to have a small en-suite and the building itself only opened last year so I am the second person to occupy this space. It’s about half the size of last year’s dorm, including the en-suite (last year’s had none). The desk doesn’t wobble and I can’t hear the footsteps of my neighbours, so I’d say it’s a good room. But when it comes to decorating, I have to think about a lot of things.
All of my decorations need to be easily brought back to Canada with me. University housing has some sort of vendetta against blue tac, so I can’t use that. Too much paper on the walls will be considered a fire hazard and will get me in trouble. To top it all off, my room is really small.
But I did not let any of that get in the way!