Merry Christmas everyone. In case you were wondering, the title for this post has the correct punctuation of the song title. So "Gentlemen" is a vocative...interesting...
As I sat in Mass tonight, I got an unsettling feeling again. Even at home I don't seem like I am at home. Maybe constantly moving around between Georgetown, London, and here makes me seem anchored to nothing. Also it hasn't really felt like Christmas since I've been back. Sort of felt like it in London at Harrod's and on Oxford Street but this season it seemed even less. Maybe because there were no finals this time around to force me to look ahead to something better beyond the hard work of finals week!
I can remember the first time I lost the Xmas spirit. It was either junior or senior year of high school. I was in the cafeteria at the end of December before break and sat down at table with Drew after we had gotten food. We were silent for a bit and then I said, "You know Drew, it doesn't really feel like Christmas this time around." He agreed and we sighed and ate lunch.
Depressing, no?
But on the bright side, I am enjoying myself, I have gotten to see my family and I have a few other tricks up my sleeve hehe. Also my Mom as hiliarious with Xmas shopping. She thought she was so smart and inegnious by ordering something through Amazon, but she asked me why it never arrived. So I checked her account, prinouts, and emails and saw that once she got to the order re-confirmation page, she thought that the order had gone through, so she never clicked submit t finalize!! Oh parents and technology! I guess little things like that make me chuckle and it's pretty good being home in all honesty, especially around Xmas. So everyone: sip the eggnog, stand under the mistletoe, and leave Santa some cookies and milk--he'll thank you later.
Merry Christmas everyone!
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Christmas Song by Jethro Tull
Once in Royal David's City stood a lonely cattle shed,
where a mother held her baby.
You'd do well to remember the things He later said.
When you're stuffing yourselves at the Christmas parties,
you'll just laugh when I tell you to take a running jump.
You're missing the point I'm sure does not need making
that Christmas spirit is not what you drink.
So how can you laugh when your own mother's hungry,
and how can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong?
And if I just messed up your thoughtless pleasures,
remember, if you wish, this is just a Christmas song.
(Hey! Santa! Pass us that bottle, will you?)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3zm9RmfNZIA
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