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I've been searching for the words to describe my Christmas. I seem to falter whenever a friend asks me how it was. I wait just one moment too long before mumbling out the expected, 'Yes it was very nice'. It wasn't that my holiday wasn't nice. That's not it. I just have trouble processing Christmas, I guess.
Maybe it has something to do with Todd and I exchaging gifts a bit before-hand. Perhaps it was the crowded train and arms full of packages we had to contend with on the ways to and from home. Or maybe it's just watching my family dwindle in numbers and age more rapidly than ever during this what used to be the most chaotic and attended event of the year. Hell, maybe I should just blame it on the lack of sunlight. I dunno.
I got some lovely gifts:
- Betty, my new ipod.
- earings- to replace the pair I'd gotten for my 30 birthday and had since lost one.
- a lovely roasting pan
- a big fat check.
- a buttload of Lush bathbombs and bubblebaths...
- photo frames.
- a scrap-book made by my aunt of my wedding.
- a couple books
- Strangers with Candy- the movie DVD
- the Brooklyn Bridge
Suffice to say that the bridge is over 2 feet of ceramic and was bought with the most sentimental of intentions by some near and dear family (who thankfully do not read this journal).... It's just so... big.
I even had to leave it at my Mom's when I came home late on Christmas eve. Todd and I ran out of arms after loading up on the smaller and more portable gifts.... Yet the bridge stayed with me in spirit, weighing me down. The entire train ride home I'd mutter every 15 minutes or so... "The Brooklyn fuckin' Bridge!" because it summed up my exasperation.
I have thought of ebaying the bridge, though I suspect that should the family come visit (as they have done a few times) they'd expect to see it proudly displayed somewhere (where? fuck knows!). Amusingly the party responsible for the bridge had gotten a hideous artsy brass doorknocker in the shape of a seahorse from 'the crazy aunt' (not me, i'm the new generation's crazy aunt, not the old one) for christmas, which they politely accepted and then scratched their head in confusion once the aunt had left. Why had they gotten a seahorse doorknocker? What kinda crazy was that? I'll tell you what kinda crazy.. Portable crazy. Crazy that doesn't take up it's own seat on the train. Crazy that doesn't need an extension built onto the house/apt.
So to sum up my holiday, quiet, and lovely...
And the Brooklyn fuckin' Bridge.
