I don't know why this picture is sideways. But also I wanted you to see my collection of all things SANTA:I like the way the tallest Santa's expression suggests he's getting a blowjob. This collection, along with more, like this...culled from years of thrift store shopping, have restored my affection for Christmas, which went out the window when I became an adult. And after I had kids I resented it even more because it just felt like an enormous chore for me with no rewards. Just a huge obligation and tasks for me to undertake for the sake of my children. I hated the commercialism and shopping was no fun- you just went to ToysRus and loaded up your cart with whatever crap your kids were convinced they needed that year. (Although I must say that the look on 3-yr. old Lulu's face when she saw her Barbie Vanity set was priceless.) And I was also obliged to cook big meals, not to mention clean, for my judgemental mother who would take note of how I did everything. All this on top of taking care of two small children. It was a giant drag. Wayne and I didn't even exchange gifts. So there was literally NOTHING IN IT FOR ME! Then I started finding cool old xmas decor in thrift stores. I guess it reminded me of holidays of my childhood, because as soon as I started bringing these things home and decorating the house with them, I felt like I could shut out the screeching throbbing headache of the present day. I finally felt like I could make the holiday my own. Then we started to have parties, and even better, people would come over and actually ADMIRE my collections and enjoy my delicious food. We didn't have a party this year, but what I liked the most about the whole deal was that, given our new puppy, and the fact that our kids are old enough to understand, the fact that we couldn't spend much money at all actually made the whole thing better. More low-key and relaxed. No giant expectations were crushed. We just enjoyed what we got and had a good time. I was dreading the whole thing because I have become terrified of spending any money at all, but once Christmas Day was over, I was glad it was pared-down. Hooray for the New Depression!
One gift I especially enjoyed getting was a graphic novel by David Heatley, called My Brain Is Hanging Upside Down. I am slowly discovering some new graphic novels that I actually enjoy. Woodrow, my son, just checked another one out from the library that I am reading now, called, Pyongyang- A Journey to North Korea. It's the story of a Canadian animator's experience working in North Korea. I'll let know know what I think when I finish it. Right now I'm looking at a sleeping puppy dog. Sigh.