In Australia we don't have Thanksgiving or anything like it, Christmas is our big one for the year (besides Easter) but I wanted to share some of the things I'm thankful for at the end of a full on year...
The first on the list is my family and friends. Obviously! To my man who doesn't complain too much when the dishes aren't done or his clothes aren't clean because I've been writing (or playing scrabble - working on my vocabulary). To my kids who put up with being shushed every five minutes when they interrupt the zone. To my friends who offer to look after the kids for a few hours so I can work.
To Kelly and Alexis who so far this year have bought me a Glee soundtrack (I love Glee) and Debra Dixon's GMC (I love you guys).
To SARA for being there when I need a whinge or advice or editing help and for getting me out of the house once a month for ten months of the year.
To the various loops I'm on for helping me out of tight jams and answering questions I need answered yesterday.
I'm thankful also for you. Thanks so much for following my ramblings for another year, for leaving comments and playing along. Thanks to Rob who would never log onto a romance blog but does so because he believes in me. Thank you to my new friends made through Harlequin's contest, hopefully in the new year we'll all have occasion to celebrate =)
From mine to yours, have a Merry Christmas!!!
The Festy Season
I woke up this morning (at 6am, yuck!) and was stuck wondering what makes some people so hideously festy at Christmas? Is it the tight-asses who don't want to part with their money to buy someone they love a thoughtful gift? Is it the bean counters among us who've already calculated how many months they'll have to pay weekly installments on the credit card? And if it isn't the monetary worries, is it those people who think wearing a silly hat or costume at Christmas is dorky? stupid? or just plain dumb? For those of us who aren't in it for the religious reasons (I've got nothing against you, I'm just a good 'ol fence sitter) do you love Christmas or hate it? I happen to lurve it! Right down to the last decoration on the tree, to seeing my beautiful kid's smiling faces, to spending time with both of my families, relaxing, laughing, drinking. I love Christmas! In Australia we don't have anything really besides Easter and even then most people go away or live for four days in chocolate induced comas.
So I work nights in a large retail store (small department store for my American friends) and we get red t-shirts to wear instead of the standard and they say Santa's Little Helper on them. Of course I'm going to wear an elf hat! I am the helper of the jolly fat man! This Thursday marks the start of a dress up week where we have to dress like toys so fairies, Toy Story, Bananas in Pajamas, etc. Last time we did it, I went as Bob The Builder's Wendy and as stupid as I looked (and I looked really, really, really stupid) it was a great laugh. This time I'm thinking about going as a fairy and dancing around the store for five hours, handing out candy canes to the kids. Why? I know I look stupid, I know the teenagers are tittering (not that they'd know the meaning of the word) but who cares? The kids eat it right up and that's what Christmas is about for me. Keeping the dream alive so I can use the threat of 'Santa doesn't visit naughty girls'. So I can put a smile on a kids face and a lolly in their mouth so mum can finish doing her last minute pick ups without all the screaming and yelling. This is why I wait all year for only two days off. It's why I start shopping in February and want to put the tree up before it's December.
It's because inside all of us, if you look really hard, a child still lingers and he or she just wants to have fun...
The question is, are you festy? or do you like to go all out and have fun? Are you in it for the religion, the kids, the presents? I want to know
I'm a published author but I'm still mostly stumbling about in the dark looking for the right paths so this blog is about that, though sometimes something will give the me the shits and I'll have a bit of a rant. I'll try not to be offensive but occasionally my mouth opens without asking my brain's permission so I'll apologise in advance.