Don’t get me started on the absurdity and warp-ed-ness of the holidays. . ..
I woke up the day after Christmas and nudged Carl.
“It’s blow out sale day!”
Yes! Black Friday and Cyber Monday are gone. The Christmas shopping hell is over and now we get the blow out, end of year sales.
But seriously? Once again, Carl and I did nothing regarding shopping for Christmas. Once again, on the afternoon of the 24th, with no aim or idea where we were headed, we dumped ourselves onto the streets of NYC to shop for presents we didn’t want to buy. But we did want to participate. We didn’t want to be total grinches.
Five miles. We walked more than five miles and found nothing until we ended up near where we began and where we should have started: Union Square Farmer’s market. They have a Christmas market where local artisans sell their wares. The market closed at 4PM. We arrived at 3:45PM.
We headed home with our politically correct gifts. We watched the Downton Abbey movie with my mother. The next morning, still with minimal gifts and nowhere to buy, buy, buy, I decided to attempt to draw cards for my significant people who were with me. I wrote heartfelt words. And next year, we all agreed, instead of shopping, we will stay home on the 24th and make cards for each other. Hopefully with more skill than the below cards that I drew.
Happy New Year!!
The Christmas Spirit Chicken!
The fabulous socks Mom got from a friend of hers.