I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas time and I hope Santa has put a smile on your face. I am really just beginning to bounce back from all the hard work of doing nothing for days, the best part of which was not having to go for Geoff's radiation therapy for 3 whole days, then getting enough sleep, picking my friend up at the airport and of course, having my wonderful friends over was the icing on the cake.
Geoff and I are also still recovering from the sugar inflicted euphoria that caused us to dub Smokey the Official Holiday Cat of the 2009 Holiday Season, who in the middle of Christmas Eve decided to show our friends how to festively jump out of the Holiday Window and perform a traditional Holiday Disappearance in the bushes. Smokey was back within a few minutes but the Holiday Husband and I are yet to stop talking "holiday" calling every household item the holiday garbage container and the holiday light bulb, because frankly, although very addictive and a lot of fun, it is really not nearly as amusing as it was three days ago.
I am strangely looking forward to staying in my pj's all day, finishing off all the leftovers from the fridge using holiday paper plates and I think I am gonna make Geoff's day and do a Lord Of The Rings marathon with him.
I don't know if you remember me. It was a white Christmas. I was about 6. I was awaiting your visit so very anxiously. You see, I just knew that this was the year I was finally going to meet you. Dad's best friend was dressed up as you every year, but I always knew that he wasn't the Real You. For one thing I clearly recognized his voice, and he also looked nothing like you.
So this one year, I learned a very difficult song especially for you as I wanted our first meeting to be very special. I didn't understand most of the words in the song and it was hard work to memorize all the lyrics but I did.
A couple of weeks before Christmas I was working on a drawing in my room when my mom told me that she'd just heard noises from the living room and that she thought that she might even have seen your red coat and boots in passing.... so off I ran to catch you. You weren't there anymore but there were all these presents all over so I knew that mom was right. You had come and gone. I was very surprised about your visit, since it was the beginning of December and that you had come so early. Mostly, I was very, very sad to have missed your visit.
The next day I found out that I had to be in the hospital for a few days to have my adenoids removed. I didn't really know what that meant but I understood that it wasn't going to hurt me and that there were going to be many other children in the hospital whom I would make friends with. Some of the children in the hospital, dear Santa, were very, very skinny and had dark circles under their eyes. One of them I was told was dying. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, Santa. Long, black hair, dark skin and black eyes. Her room was on a different floor. Most of the other children had their parents sitting next to them all the time and there were always a whole bunch of them opening presents and yelling out in joy. I didn't really understand why I was there, why the beautiful girl was dying and and why people were opening presents when it wasn't even Christmas yet.
And then you came. Walked into the room, tall and grand. You could hear a pin drop as we all looked at you in awe. This was the first time that I saw you with my own eyes and your presence was even more overwhelming than I imagined. Not my dad's skinny best friend, but YOU, the Real Santa. I was so happy, my heart was pounding in my throat and at that moment I knew for sure that miracles did exist. You walked up to me, you knew my name and you gave me a small red pouch filled with candy. Santa, I was so very happy, that I completely forgot to sing you the difficult song I had learned especially for you.
And when several years later by sheer coincidence I ran into the beautiful girl with the black hair and black eyes and she too remembered me and she told me that she was healthy again, that day, I knew for sure that that day, in the hospital, back when I was 6, the one and only time that I met you, was a day of miracles.
What really, really, really puts me in a highly elevated mood is not just the never-ending Christmas traffic of friends in my house (which alone is enough to make me ecstatic), and neither is it the bottle of mulled wine I just gulped down with Lucky (especially considering that it was non-alcoholic) so then what is this thing that is even better than all the other good stuff combined?
Geoff's last test came back excellent. Before breaking this news to you, I probably should have set the stage by telling you how tough the last few weeks have been -- but I like to hold back until there is good news and it's all water under the bridge. All I care about right now is his tests did come back looking good, and at achingly long last Geoff can finally resume his treatment on Monday. Thank you very much Santa and thanks everyone for your support.
TITLE CREDIT: MARIAH CAREY -- ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS
Apart from the obvious fact that traveling is fun and getting cancer treatment isn't, hospitals do in some remote way remind me of airports, in that every day there are people in and out of there, from all walks of life whose paths would otherwise likely never cross. I mean where else will you sight a Buddhist monk in a waiting room, sandwiched between a dot-com millionaire and a jail-tattooed burnout?
Just like Christmas time when gaudy meets divine, religious meets secular, spiritual meets materialistic -- and the Christmas tree meets the "Holiday tree".
Much like my mood, my place has officially morphed into the Christmas state of mind.
I am trying to satisfy my craving for humble and pure-ishly non-glam, so I ditched the lights and traded the ornaments for pine cones and winterberries.
We don't have a tree yet and judging by Smokey's newfound obsession with anything ornamental suspended from branches, we might have to skip the tree all together.
Don't you just love the wreath I made for above the fireplace?
I'll post up more (and better) pictures when I have a little more time on my hands.
As you can see I am still going strong with my anti-fashion homeless look. Except I did get a haircut today and after many months of falling short on the aesthetic front, I look (and feel) a little more like a human and a little less like a zombie. Come to think of it, the non-glam Christmas ambience soothes my soul just as much as my coffee spilled homeless look does.