Today’s word: Yuletidiness. It’s that feeling of Christmas joy that you are expected to get around the holidays, that neatly wrapped box of goodness and light that is your heart, growing three times too large yet still fitting nicely inside your chest, and which causes you to squawk merrily off-key in front of total strangers, spend $15 on Secret Santa Costco gifts you would never buy for yourself, and long sappily for those good old golden days of yore. What is yore anyway?
Me? I’ve been looking for my yuletidiness. Instead, I’m filled with anti-yule, or scrooginess. So with nothing but football blaring from every technological advancement in the house, I got behind the wheel of my little red hooptie, on a mission to find that elusive yuletidiness. Surely I would find it at Target (smelly pumpkin spice candle section), and Big Lots (fake foil wreaths section), and Borders Books (Twilight mania section).
And still nothing. Not even squandering my arguably disposable income, jam-packed in the retail realm with all of Austin pressed against me in a living fruitcake nightmare, could I be delivered from the scourge of scrooginess.
Maybe if my cat comes home, after four weeks gone, I will feel like celebrating. Or maybe when I figure out how to get photos in my posts again, I’ll get a nice yulie bump. Until then, bah humbug, and where’s the spiked mocha latte?
©2008 Nana Diaries
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