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<blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 642796" data-attributes="member: 17461"><p>What a beautiful thread, MWM. I smiled as I read about all of your Christmases, certain I could see the lights and the cookies and, most specially, the faces each of you loves.</p><p></p><p>husband and I too had our Christmas alone together. Our plans fell apart two days before Christmas and we lost all our people but one. And so...we went Chinese buffet. It turns out the restaurants here (at least the Chinese ones) are full up with happy people dressed in the glitziest Christmas kinds of clothing you could imagine. There we all were at the buffet or sushi counters flashing faux diamonds and wearing those light up Christmas necklaces. (The diamonds were probably faux ~ what would anyone who could afford that kind of glitter be doing at a Chinese buffet on Christmas Eve, right?)</p><p></p><p>After our Christmas Story Chinese (minus the decapitated duck), we drove around with the top down looking for Christmas lights.</p><p></p><p>There weren't any.</p><p></p><p>But there was a crescent moon, and the wind was warm and really humid and the stars were so pretty. Then, we went out on the lanai to call our families. (Except for mine. This is actually a good thing. These kinds of calls have not gone well in the past.) And somehow, with most of husband's family and both our own kids...that was a bust, too.</p><p></p><p>So there we were.</p><p></p><p>We started talking and laughing about our worst Christmas Eves ever. I went inside for something. It turned out that the story of the creation of Handel's Messiah was on. The music was so perfectly, hauntingly beautiful and the story behind the its creation so interesting that I called husband to come see.</p><p></p><p>Which he did.</p><p></p><p>When it was over, we went back out on the lanai. (Where the Christmas tree is ~ which I made from a fishing net and it is beautiful and beachy and one day, will make my fortune if I ever get busy and start selling them.) We were going to sort of sit around and bemoan our fate again. (For husband, this now consisted not only of our plans falling through, our family phone calls not having gone as we'd hoped, and no Christmas decorations on our Christmas decoration drive ~ but that he had had to watch the story of the creation of Handel's Messiah.)</p><p></p><p>Ahem.</p><p></p><p>After making his feelings on that clear to me, husband started in on why it is that he has to take the leftover neighbor out for dinner on Christmas Day. And then, we just had to start laughing about how unbelievably crummy everything was this year. And the lights were so pretty and all that Chinese food we'd overeaten was beginning to settle, and the next thing we knew, it was 12:30!!!</p><p></p><p>So off we went to bed, ending what may just have been one of the most interesting, frustratingly weird and ultimately happy Christmas Eves ever.</p><p></p><p>Our plans for today have fallen through too. (Same people, with whom we have made Christmas together pretty much since we moved here. There is a new woman in the picture now, though. Which is fine, of course. But he should have told us. I suppose he didn't want to say he was hoping for an invite there and then, find himself with nowhere to go.) I am not sure what to think about that, but husband and I are taking the elderly lady across the street out for dinner <em>because she is the only one left with no Christmas Day either and we don't want to bake a whole ham for just the three of us.</em></p><p></p><p>Here is even worse news about this Christmas. So, one of the neighbors stopped by to deliver a little Christmas gift his wife put together before she left town. (Which is the reason he and the elderly lady across the street were coming here for dinner yesterday in the first place. They usually have their Christmas together.) <em>And I swear, I think the old fart was groping me, and trying to pull my shirt up, when he handed me the Christmas gift and hugged me goodbye and wished me Merry Christmas. Reminding me he would be batching it all by himself through the holidays, he took off on his golf cart like some demented, cheese-delivering Santa.</em></p><p></p><p>Maybe he was like, falling over or something when he went to hug me...but how does that turn into a really hard and long hug and what certainly seemed to be someone trying to pull my shirt up?</p><p></p><p>Oh for Heaven's sake.</p><p></p><p>Cedar</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scent of Cedar *, post: 642796, member: 17461"] What a beautiful thread, MWM. I smiled as I read about all of your Christmases, certain I could see the lights and the cookies and, most specially, the faces each of you loves. husband and I too had our Christmas alone together. Our plans fell apart two days before Christmas and we lost all our people but one. And so...we went Chinese buffet. It turns out the restaurants here (at least the Chinese ones) are full up with happy people dressed in the glitziest Christmas kinds of clothing you could imagine. There we all were at the buffet or sushi counters flashing faux diamonds and wearing those light up Christmas necklaces. (The diamonds were probably faux ~ what would anyone who could afford that kind of glitter be doing at a Chinese buffet on Christmas Eve, right?) After our Christmas Story Chinese (minus the decapitated duck), we drove around with the top down looking for Christmas lights. There weren't any. But there was a crescent moon, and the wind was warm and really humid and the stars were so pretty. Then, we went out on the lanai to call our families. (Except for mine. This is actually a good thing. These kinds of calls have not gone well in the past.) And somehow, with most of husband's family and both our own kids...that was a bust, too. So there we were. We started talking and laughing about our worst Christmas Eves ever. I went inside for something. It turned out that the story of the creation of Handel's Messiah was on. The music was so perfectly, hauntingly beautiful and the story behind the its creation so interesting that I called husband to come see. Which he did. When it was over, we went back out on the lanai. (Where the Christmas tree is ~ which I made from a fishing net and it is beautiful and beachy and one day, will make my fortune if I ever get busy and start selling them.) We were going to sort of sit around and bemoan our fate again. (For husband, this now consisted not only of our plans falling through, our family phone calls not having gone as we'd hoped, and no Christmas decorations on our Christmas decoration drive ~ but that he had had to watch the story of the creation of Handel's Messiah.) Ahem. After making his feelings on that clear to me, husband started in on why it is that he has to take the leftover neighbor out for dinner on Christmas Day. And then, we just had to start laughing about how unbelievably crummy everything was this year. And the lights were so pretty and all that Chinese food we'd overeaten was beginning to settle, and the next thing we knew, it was 12:30!!! So off we went to bed, ending what may just have been one of the most interesting, frustratingly weird and ultimately happy Christmas Eves ever. Our plans for today have fallen through too. (Same people, with whom we have made Christmas together pretty much since we moved here. There is a new woman in the picture now, though. Which is fine, of course. But he should have told us. I suppose he didn't want to say he was hoping for an invite there and then, find himself with nowhere to go.) I am not sure what to think about that, but husband and I are taking the elderly lady across the street out for dinner [I]because she is the only one left with no Christmas Day either and we don't want to bake a whole ham for just the three of us.[/I] Here is even worse news about this Christmas. So, one of the neighbors stopped by to deliver a little Christmas gift his wife put together before she left town. (Which is the reason he and the elderly lady across the street were coming here for dinner yesterday in the first place. They usually have their Christmas together.) [I]And I swear, I think the old fart was groping me, and trying to pull my shirt up, when he handed me the Christmas gift and hugged me goodbye and wished me Merry Christmas. Reminding me he would be batching it all by himself through the holidays, he took off on his golf cart like some demented, cheese-delivering Santa.[/I] Maybe he was like, falling over or something when he went to hug me...but how does that turn into a really hard and long hug and what certainly seemed to be someone trying to pull my shirt up? Oh for Heaven's sake. Cedar [/QUOTE]
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