It just got me thinking about the whole Christmas thing, how I've had it almost all of my life, or the holiday itself is impossible to not be around in some way shape or form, even if I wanted to just embrace my bad-jew self and solely celebrate eight days of lights instead of one day of lights and trees and pesticides and cookies and presents and fat guys in hideous red outfits and chicks with tits. Nothing wrong with any of that, it just always posed a problem when I was young, half the kids in school handing out only Christmas elephant presents to each other, maybe if I had a cool teacher she'd mention something about Channukah, but still... I almost had to pretend that part of my life didn't matter in any other circle of life, just my own little secret. Ha, you only get one day and I get eight, I used to think... Now, I come to terms with both days. Christmas eve would be so boring had we not always walked the old neighborhood and sung religiously tainted songs around the luminarias, helped old Ray lay out the faralitos downtown. I love it. I have to do it for our house this year. All in all, it's a time of year that means a lot, and this year it'll be even better than others, or unique in its own, I'm ecstatic that I got to change my flight to spend it with J, I was going to cry the whole time walking around downtown wishing he were there to see it all with me, hold my frozen hand- but now I can have eight days of lights with the family in CO instead, and actually get to have the best of both worlds...
Yes!
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