A Little Christmas Story

Alas, I am back from my brief trist at Melrose for the College Christmas drinking fiesta. Full of two plates of nachos and one Field of Dreams, which Mmmmmmerika ordered for me happily! There’s nothing like free alcohol to catch the attention of a crowd!
Now I am sitting in my jammies at home, trying to write a paper about my experiences at my current job. Not something I’m particularly focused on as you can tell by the fact that I’m blogging!
I’m more in the mood to watch my puppies play on the rug that they’ve collectively soiled more than fifty times, listen to Christmas music, and enjoy the beautiful marvel that is my Christmas tree.
I haven’t been able to enjoy a Christmas tree since I was probably 14 years old. Close to ten years! This might sound a bit odd, like perhaps I’ve been living in Egypt or something, but I will explain…
I’ve always loved Christmas, from the time I was a little girl. I remember standing on my bed, listening to Santa give a jolly “HO HO HO” as he walked down the hallway with my PJ Sparkle doll in hand. I remember the perfection of watching Rudolph and laying on my couch, glancing at our beautiful Christmas tree every now and then. I never knew what a comfor it was to have a pine tree in my living room until it was gone!
I suppose the lonely part of the beginning of all of this is that after my parents got divorced, I was forcd to decorate the tree by myself every year. From when I was 9 until I was 14, I would go and get all the ornaments, get the tree, and set it all up. Then I would marvel for hours, looking at the lights that eventually became a blur…pretending they were colorful planets caught in the net of the night sky.
I never got to enjoy another tree until this year because of my step dad. I mean, he’s not a mean dude or anything, but I was so caught up in how fast he swooped into my life and mostly shut me out of my mother’s life (she really REALLY likes looking after him) that I was kind of snubbed out of the whole Christmas ordeal.
No more tree for me. They bought a new one and threw out all of the old ornaments, leaving me to stare at a string of lights above my bedroom window. I was always in my room because my mom can be quite…how do I say this….”Classy” at times, and make out with her “man friends” in front of me. That’s putting it lightly I suppose.
Anyhow, this year I finally got to put up a Christmas tree in my house this year. It’s finally feeling like Christmas again. Now all I want to do is look at my masterpiece and admire my work. I want to again get lost looking at the ornaments, remembering where they came from, and the love that surrounds this house. I want to stare at the sparkling star on the top of the tree that I always made sure when i was little, was put on top LAST.
I want to think about how much people get caught up in the hustle this time of year, and I want to enjoy the fact that I am safe and warm, snuggling a couple of puppies I never thought I would have in a million years.
I want to enjoy the fact that in four days I will execute the transfer of thousands of dollars of gifts to families who would otherwise have no gifts. How lucky am I that I get to do that?! I get to make sure almost a thousand people will have something to eat and gifts to open on Christmas morning.
At least if I didn’t get to have the full Christmas experience for almost ten years, I can give it to literally thousands of others. I’m so thankful that I get to be a part of that.
I’ll just have to remember to have a box of tissues ready for the virtual tsunami that I will cry when I read all of the thank you letters. All happy tears this year, of course.
I hope all of you who read this have a really, really wonderful holiday season as well. I hope you are happy, safe, and with loved ones. I hope you take the time to appreciate how lucky we all are to be who we are and where we are. I’ve seen a lot of terrible things over the past few months where I work, and I hope more than anything that nothing close to what I’ve seen happens to any of you.
Much love to my blogger friends!
I’m off to inspire myself to write a paper!

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5 Responses to “A Little Christmas Story”


  1. 1 High Desert Diva December 9, 2006 at 4:01 pm

    Aaaw, that was a lovely post.

    I’m glad your house is filled with warmth, love, and a happy Christmas tree πŸ˜€

    Much love and happiness to you too and best wishes on your paper.

    P.S. Love your art!

  2. 2 Kara December 9, 2006 at 4:45 pm

    I think you just wrote it!
    Merry Christmas!!!!!!!

  3. 3 Blondie December 9, 2006 at 6:16 pm

    Yeah, Christmas this year really is going to be another story, for both you and I. It’s already begun actually!

  4. 4 Sandra December 9, 2006 at 7:05 pm

    Lauren, you’re just like Santa.

  5. 5 My Pugs Blogger December 11, 2006 at 7:31 pm

    Awwwww – I’m so glad that you are feeling the spirit of Christmas!! It’s such a warm and fuzzy thing to realize that you fit into your life!

    Happy holidays my dear – I hope all is going well today.


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