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Que up the strains of "Do They Know It's Christmastime"...at the time I didn't have a good answer for Bob. Later I thought of the witty sounding, "When the malls decorate!", but actually that's stupid, because the malls were decorated months ago. Truly Christmas in Texas, or the South is different than it is in Bob's Minnesota, or other northernly places, so I've been told, where there's a chance that you might actually get a landscape that looks like the set of a Christmas special.
This is why I lament that the opening verse of "White Christmas", the sort of preamble to the actual song is always left off, where the singer actually speaks of being in LA where there is no snow, and he thinks about the snow he remembers from past Christmases. Heck, I just went and googled a dozen sites and couldn't find it. I have a version or two that actually have someone singing the additional lines, about palm trees and sun.
Still, the Christmas season just is. i guess it's just the calendar turning, the end of the year, the weather turning from scorching to mearly hot, with an occasional blast of cold and miserable (known here as 40 degrees and wet). I guess if I had my way, I'd drop the whole thing, and move it to the end of winter, when you think you couldn't take a moment more, like in February. Why make it when you're just getting used to the cooler weather? why not have a festival when you all have cabin fever and are friggin crazy!
Maybe the holiday blitz is starting to get to me. Happy Chanukah!
Really, this morning was going really well. I felt great, I had finished the quality numbers, finished the annual reviews, was on my last necessary goal for the years, and now I'm looking to take on a sort of unnecessary project that could get me some big kudos if I can carry it off. Work is relatively good right now...and then it hit me.
Christmas is right friggin around the damn corner.
Well, crap. Let's take stock. I need to get my Christmas cards in the mail, how many have I done...none. How many presents have I bought for those I'm planning on...none. It wasn't that I was going to make a big fuss this year, but I'm already one who hates crowds and will do my best to avoid them. Add to this a procrastination streak, and an uncanny ability to not know what to get anyone, and...well, it's going to be a stressful few days.
Of course I want to socialize with some of the locals this weekend, after being out of town the last couple, so we'll have to see what I can get away with here, but I must look for gifts for the coworkers (cow-irkers?), as the teams dinner-get-together-thing is next Tuesday, and I drew Dominick.
What do you get the father of a Three year-old girl these days? He likes sports. Especially the Yankees. Maybe I can work that angle. Hmm. Of course I could fulfill my threat of buying a gallon of Jean Nate Body Splash no matter who's name it was - simply because it was easy, cheap, and you could pick it up after midnight at any Walgreens.
Of course I have to get something for my boss Lisa, too. As we drew names for the secret Santa thing, she outwardly said that she didn't want me to pick her. I did think this was rude, so I'm guessing that she doesn't really deserve much. of course my taunting the whole thing with the hints of buying Jean Nate, and lots of it, probably go a long way, but I could always get her a big box of Pancakes and Sausage on a Stick.
mrh745i) brought Bob (aries470) over to meet Chris and I last Saturday (at Chick-Fil-A, no less), Bob asked us, "Since there's no snow, how do you know it's Christmas?"Que up the strains of "Do They Know It's Christmastime"...at the time I didn't have a good answer for Bob. Later I thought of the witty sounding, "When the malls decorate!", but actually that's stupid, because the malls were decorated months ago. Truly Christmas in Texas, or the South is different than it is in Bob's Minnesota, or other northernly places, so I've been told, where there's a chance that you might actually get a landscape that looks like the set of a Christmas special.
This is why I lament that the opening verse of "White Christmas", the sort of preamble to the actual song is always left off, where the singer actually speaks of being in LA where there is no snow, and he thinks about the snow he remembers from past Christmases. Heck, I just went and googled a dozen sites and couldn't find it. I have a version or two that actually have someone singing the additional lines, about palm trees and sun.
Still, the Christmas season just is. i guess it's just the calendar turning, the end of the year, the weather turning from scorching to mearly hot, with an occasional blast of cold and miserable (known here as 40 degrees and wet). I guess if I had my way, I'd drop the whole thing, and move it to the end of winter, when you think you couldn't take a moment more, like in February. Why make it when you're just getting used to the cooler weather? why not have a festival when you all have cabin fever and are friggin crazy!
Maybe the holiday blitz is starting to get to me. Happy Chanukah!
Really, this morning was going really well. I felt great, I had finished the quality numbers, finished the annual reviews, was on my last necessary goal for the years, and now I'm looking to take on a sort of unnecessary project that could get me some big kudos if I can carry it off. Work is relatively good right now...and then it hit me.
Christmas is right friggin around the damn corner.
Well, crap. Let's take stock. I need to get my Christmas cards in the mail, how many have I done...none. How many presents have I bought for those I'm planning on...none. It wasn't that I was going to make a big fuss this year, but I'm already one who hates crowds and will do my best to avoid them. Add to this a procrastination streak, and an uncanny ability to not know what to get anyone, and...well, it's going to be a stressful few days.
Of course I want to socialize with some of the locals this weekend, after being out of town the last couple, so we'll have to see what I can get away with here, but I must look for gifts for the coworkers (cow-irkers?), as the teams dinner-get-together-thing is next Tuesday, and I drew Dominick.
What do you get the father of a Three year-old girl these days? He likes sports. Especially the Yankees. Maybe I can work that angle. Hmm. Of course I could fulfill my threat of buying a gallon of Jean Nate Body Splash no matter who's name it was - simply because it was easy, cheap, and you could pick it up after midnight at any Walgreens.
Of course I have to get something for my boss Lisa, too. As we drew names for the secret Santa thing, she outwardly said that she didn't want me to pick her. I did think this was rude, so I'm guessing that she doesn't really deserve much. of course my taunting the whole thing with the hints of buying Jean Nate, and lots of it, probably go a long way, but I could always get her a big box of Pancakes and Sausage on a Stick.
