Taking another revisit to my old blog. In today’s entry, I take a look back on Christmas at my mom’s and my dad’s house.
Journal entry from Saturday, December 21, 2002
My dad must live off of Easy Mac. It’s the only thing in his cupboard aside from the two-year-old hot cocoa and peppermint schnapps. I’m currently trying to figure out how to make myself breakfast from butter, relish, and a cheese stick since those are the only things in his refrigerator.
Today we saw the Two Towers, so I guess I’m officially a dork, in case you didn’t know. It was pretty good and I didn’t even notice how much my butt hurt until the end. I liked the first one better though.
Christmas in 2020
I’m just going to get this one out of the way really quick — ummm… I have visited the actual Shire! It’s no secret I’m a dork. Don’t know why I ever pretended it was.
Sadly, this year there will be no 20-year-old schnapps and cocoa. I will not get to complain about how my dad has no food in the house. I won’t get to make fun of his barren refrigerator that usually contains only condiments, Coke Zero, and maybe a Hungry Man TV dinner. Nor, will I get to experience the holiday tradition of going to the theater to see the latest blockbuster new release.
This year Christmas will be me at home with my cat watching Wonder Woman 1984 on HBO Max. It’ll be hoping my mom can figure out Zoom so I can watch them open boxes and explain who gets what because I am too cheap to pay extra for gift wrapping. It will be missing all the special treats that we only get during the holidays and arguing over what Christmas movie to watch. The answer is obvs Die Hard with Bad Santa in a close second. And, for some reason I can’t explain, it will be longing to hear a bird chirping ornament (kind of like this one) that I usually refuse to let my mom turn on for more than three seconds because it drives me fucking INSANE.
This year I will also be doing my best not to lose my shit at my dad for continuing to go to theaters and restaurants despite COVID cases being at their worst rates yet.
So, this year will be hard.
If the weather is nice, I’ll go for a hike. I’ll eat a bunch of ice cream and cheese and expensive chocolates. And I’ll remember that the true spirit of Christmas is about love and goodwill toward others and all that shit. Not about being an asshole who puts the health of others at risk, so don’t try to put your selfish shit on the baby Jesus!