So I've been back from my second home in Kingston since Monday. I haven't accomplished much and I feel kinda bad about that. Well except today, when I made cookies. Yes, about 60 cookies. Yes, that's right, SIXTY. I felt good today, so I decided to bake a batch of cookies just because school was done and I COULD bake. Unfortunately, I forgot about the fact that my mom enjoys harassing me, and when she came home, she was like "OH! It's Christmas time, so why don't you go and make 3 more batches of this and then we can share the holiday cheer!" So now my hand hurts from chopping chocolate and almonds, and from mixing dough. But it was fun, at least!
Ah, yes Christmas, the time of giving. It got me thinking. Many people have their wishlists going, and some people have SUCH long lists, which are sometimes, NOT EVEN COMPLETE, and it makes me question what they think Christmas is. I was never much a very religious person, so Christmas was pretty much just another day where family came over and we just had a nice big dinner. It's been more than a decade since I've really received gifts from my parents for Christmas, but the thing is, I never really minded. (Okay, that's a lie. When I was a kid, I wanted presents. But at least I was never too picky, I hope.) I get presents from a family friend and it's always nice to peal open wrapping paper and see a nice little present. But when I see people's wishlists, it kinda makes me sad. What's with people always saying Christmas is a time of giving, and then, here they are, making a list of things that they want. It doesn't make sense to me. My family, around Christmas time, buy, like, a goat or some chickens, for our World Vision children and, to me, that makes a lot more sense than spending money on a video game that someone will get tired of after three weeks of playing, or designing sweaters that will soon be replaced by a newer fashion that will come in another month. Or, like the Rogers commersial, where the girl gets a new phone for her birthday and for Christmas; is that really necessary?
Yeah, so I was never from a rich-a** family where I got whatever I wanted, but I remember as a kid, we'd put up our fake white Christmas tree up in the Family and it was FUN. Sitting in front of our REAL fireplace, throwing in different woods, and my sisters and I would try to make the fire burn some weird colour. That was back before I found out that the different colours meant different chemicals being burned.
I guess what I'm trying to say, is that, I guess I miss the times before everything seemed so material.
On a happier note, HAPPY HOLIDAYS, GUYS! AND MAKE SURE TO HAVE SOME AMAZING MEMORIES FOR THE LAST FEW DAYS OF 2008!!