Okay a couple of weeks ago I was all “blah blah blah non-superficial Christmas.” But now that we’re really in the midst of the holiday season I’m feeling a tad bit off. Maybe it’s because we’re in Vancouver this year with all its green grass (not a marijuana pun) and leafy trees (barely, but still) and sun (yes, really). Or maybe it’s because I just kind of miss some of my consumerist traditions of the past. I talk like it was the ’70s instead of the early ’00s. I even, sort of, miss the mall in all its tarted up Christmas glory. And I kind of miss buying sweaters that I never ended up wearing, but liked the idea of them because sweaters equal Christmas.
This time of year also reminds me of going out to coffee shops, movie theatres, and bookstores. And, while I don’t morally disagree with these, they just aren’t happening because there’s not extra money to spend this year on that stuff.
So here I am. There’s lots of Christmas stuff I’m loving like our Christmas tree and advent wreath. But I still feel like I’m waiting for Christmas to really start.
So damn you, temperate weather. Oh my god, maybe I do need to move to Winnipeg. Ryan is going to be so mad.
It’s a little hard isn’t it. For me, I just succumb to not feeling Christmas until I get home. I also don’t have a Christmas tree at all. But last I heard it’s free to go to tarted up malls at Christmas. Wander around for half an hour, browse a bookstore and fight with Walt in public. Could that help? Also, I can set you up with an earful from Jeany about Winnipeg, if necessary.
Totally: Public fight is what I missing! And I’m not being sarcastic.