Gee Whiz It's Christmas

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This morning I finally took the boxes of donated items to Goodwill.   *applause*

A few posts back I wrote about getting rid of items I'm no longer using, and how I ignored all of the gentle pushes to get it done.  Well the books, shoes, purses, radio, computer, keyboard and xbox were all neatly placed in boxes which lived in a small area of the living room until last weekend.  To be fair, we only have street parking, and there's never a space in front of our building.  The thought of lugging the heavy boxes to my car for more than 20 steps fed my ever present lazy, thus leaving the boxes where they were seemed more appealing.  However, Thanksgiving ended and well the major motivating factor was reborn, where will I put my tree?

My love of the Christmas holiday is well known, frowned upon and sometimes beloved by many.  No matter my age, this time of the year is magical.  I am enamored by the lights.  I will watch the same claymation movies with the feelings of new every year.  Getting fake coal for the stockings causes little girl giggles from my 45 year old mouth.  And the MUSIC!!! I play the same playlist, and belt out the words with James Brown...no matter how off key I am...."SANTA CLAUS, GO STRAIGHT TO THE GHETTO!  HITCH UP YOUR REINDEER! GO STRAIGHT TO THE GHETTO!"  This holiday makes every cell in my body tingle and shine.



Typically my tree goes up by November 1st.  Why wait until Thanksgiving?  But this year it stayed in the top of my closet without a real thought.  The rational part of my brain said "You won't even be here for Christmas.  Why waste time putting up the tree?"   Yeah, that's it.  I won't have a tree this year.  Actually no decorations.  This house will be Christmas free because I'm going to mom's for the holiday and probably coming home right after to decompress from travels and do nothing until New Year's Eve.  My resolve, at the time, was absolute and the decision made.




I came back home after spending Thanksgiving with family in DC.  Oh we had a blast.  By the way, who knew you could order a cooked turkey from Popeye's????  OH MY GOD!!!   Is there anything they can't do?  But I digress.  I get back home, walk by the boxes, go to my room and begin preparations for the Gemini Full Moon.  Unlike the last full moon (see the post), this one went by rather peaceful and fireless.  I lit three candles, said my prayers, and meditated with the glow of the moon in range.  The energy was so relaxing.  I had finally turned the page in my healing.  My hair thanked me.


After the refreshing rains... Side note, I'm from the South, so when the thunder rolls through Jersey, it's refreshing and makes me feel like home.  Anyway, after the rains stopped, I went out somewhere with Little.   Oh it was Moe's.  WE. LOVE. MOES!!!  Anyway, on the way home I started playing my yearly Soulful Christmas playlist.  When we got home, the spirit of Christmas had an open spot waiting for me.  Well kinda.  A neighbor, that I got into an argument with over not shoveling the snow onto my car two years ago, was pulling out of a spot.  He saw me and took his time moving, so I drove around the block.   By the time I came back around, he was gone, and there was a spot right in front of my building.  So you know what that meant...I had no real reason to not move the boxes.

Excuses are the tools of the incompetent.  They build monuments of nothing.  Those that specialize in them are seldom good for anything else.  Therefore, I have no excuse.   (don't feel like googling who said this, but so dope)

The next morning I got up and finally moved the boxes to my backseat.  One by one, the space was cleared, making me feel accomplished.  But remember, I was resolved to not have a tree this year, so the space was just empty.  Then Hulu had a holiday section in their watchlist.  The HeatMiser and SnowMiser battled.  I felt sorry for some Misfit Toys.  Santa Claus went from a redhead to white hair and came to town.  Slowly but surely, the decision seemed dumb, so I turned on the blue tooth speaker, put on the playlist and began taking down decorations from the top of the closet.  And Little, with all of her humbug about my decorating before December, came through with a "Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree for me.  Been an awful good girl.  Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight."







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