Day Eight

/ Anita Marie

:::: A Twelve Day Journey To Christmas Day-

OR

Will Anita Marie Get Her Fiji Mermaid THIS Year?:::

Today

On

Day Eight

Having Dodged The Bullet

I Go In Search Of

Another

cheesy-christmas

We were supposed to have a windstorm

here in Washington State

and some of us  here did.

We were suppose to be sitting here in the cold and dark

and some of us are.

So every time I hit a light switch, or when I sat down to write

my first reaction was to laugh hysterically

and my second was to be grateful.

I mean Churcy Grateful.

Which doesn’t happen often to me

as the Big Guy Upstairs

and I

have had issues this year with each other.

fiji

However.

As I considered my  Fiji Mermaid-less life, my lack of Christmas Spirit and the mindless, thoughtless ” Holiday Greetings” I’ve received from people who don’t bother to find out if I’ve lived or died over the year I’ve concluded that

 I’m so glad I have been  at home,

keeping to myself

with the lousy weather as an excuse to not be out in the world

  for fear that I’ll run into someone ( while shopping…shudder ) and when they ask

 ” So how’s your Christmas Shopping coming along? “

I know that will call what posses me forth and suddenly

 The Christmas Demon in me will appear,

her will spin her head around a few times just like Linda Blair’s in the Exorcist and when she stops she will shriek, ” what do you care, you’re not getting anything anyway.”

I hope it snows some more.

I don’t think I’m ready to face a world full of Christmas.

Yet.

4 thoughts on “Day Eight”

  2. ooh. i feel the same way. am boycotting it this year. my family thinks i’m a depressed freak. i just don’t want to deal with any of it.

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  3. L.
    May he reign forever.
    Hi Gerie- I’d give it a miss altogether but we’ve got a lot of little kids in the family so I can’t. I’ll give you a call, let’s get together after Christmas sometime.

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  4. Well it is Christmas Eve here, I have finished the Calendar, I am out of the streets, I am in hiding and it is all just fine. I have spent quality time with my children, have lit candles for Darryl, put the last card he wrote for me by the bed,with a gift for me when I wake up. I refrained from sending Christmas letters telling people about just what a heavy year it has been – or mentioning that the grief has not abated much. Then I came here and I smiled a real smile. I just love what you have done A.M.

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