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In the end the holiday weekend was something like a wedding; hours spent in preparation and minutes to enjoy all that hard work. And the worst part is that its my own fault. Saturday I was content to work a little and rest a lot, figuring I had tons of time. But as I always do when I go to J’s house for a party I drank too much and went home far too late which affected how much got done Sunday. In other words the bare minimum of bathroom cleaning, fondu making, and gift giving and receiving. The only hurry I got into on Sunday was going to bed. Christmas morning found me sitting in my sewing room with a hairless rag doll, a pile of fabric earmarked for the polar bear and the dawning realization that I once again I had backed myself into a corner. Worse, about two hours into hurried hair attachment, it struck me that step-brother #1 also had a child and that I had nothing for her. In my defense I see each of my three step-brothers about once a year (Christmas); twice if one of them is throwing a baby shower. And I see step-brother #1 less than that. Luckily for me his daughter, who really is a ‘red-headed step child’, is twelve and after several moments of panic and serious consideration of running a particularly cute dog toy through the washing machine, I realized that she was the right age for a beaded bracelet. In other words, something I could throw together quickly.
To shorten a long, windy, story I did finish everything, and in my opinion, it all came out quite well. But I made us late getting to my dad’s house and we literally passed the step-families on their way out. The bracelet was delivered through the car window in the middle of the street, the polar bear was stuffed into a passing shopping bag as they loaded the car, and the doll was instantly forgotten when the baby spied our dog. Sadder still, in my rush to leave the house I failed to bring my camera so there is zero proof that any of these objects ever existed.
We then spent a relaxing hour or so at my dad’s, did a little gift exchange and then went to my uncle’s for dinner. We were home around six, D sat down with the computer and I with a book and we both ignored the mess we’d made of the living room the night before. For people that weren’t going to buy much for each other there sure is a lot of wrapping paper, boxes and gifts strung out across the living room. I always feel a little sorry for D, he doesn’t have family here and even if he did I’m not sure they’d actually exchange gifts. My family does buy for him, particularly my step-mom, but his pile is always a little weak, and I can’t help but try to make up for that.
Though rushed it was a nice Christmas filled with good company and pleasant surprises. Big things I received were, money for an EZ Cube, a macro lense for the new camera, and an HTML editor (be afraid, be very afraid). Small things were movies, a book, earrings, the necklace D made for me, and a couple ‘dust’ collectors, that are going to look great in the living room once all the wrapping paper is cleared.
I hope your holiday was at least ten times better, and twenty times more relaxing, and I really hope that I’ve learned my lesson *cough*. I really did kind of spoil it for myself and now all that is left is to clean up the mess and carry on.