It's Begining to Look a Lot Like Christmas

Here we are. 3 sleeps until Christmas. 1 sleep until I head down to L.A. to spend Christmas with my mother's side of the family. My uncle lives down there as a composer. I haven't seen him or my aunt in a few years. I'm excited to be down in L.A. and I'm excited to be with my mom's family.

For those who have been readers for a while you may remember last year I talked about how my parents families don't mingle socially. I forgot that that's not exactly true. There is some intermingling between a subset of each family group that intermingle for Thanksgiving. That has happened the last couple years and some how I just ignored that truth.

That aside, it doesn't change the fact that my parents families have separate celebrations for Christmas. To recap for those who don't read EVERY post I write (damn you), my dad's family gets Christmas Eve and my mom's family gets Christmas day.

Here is where this year is different. For the first time since I was one year old I will not be spending Christmas Eve with my dad's family. That is 18 Christmas Eves with the same people. That's quite a record people, and I'm proud of it.This year I will be in L.A. hanging with my mom's family and, like, famous movie stars.

At least it will be a warm Christmas. I'm hoping it will be a quiet Christmas. I'm not really sure what I should expect. It's been so long since my mom's whole family has been together, and certainly never in L.A. at my uncles place. This has never been attempted, and I wait with uncertain anticipation.

On (un)related note, it's almost Christmas. Santa is packing up his sleigh and it's snowing places (not here, thank god) and kids are amped up on candy and I'm so so happy. Christmas is my favorite time of year. The music, the food, the family, the friends. The fucking presents.

I'm sorry, maybe I'm just a little girl but I love presents. I just do. There is something about getting a surprise gift you weren't expecting. And it's the people who love you that give you those gifts.

But I love giving gifts just as much. I love shopping for them and I love watching them being unwrapped by the person. I just fucking love presents, bitches.