If you ever finally beat up Curtis can you send me his rabbit head buttons I love them so much
gotta admit, i do love his rabbit buttons. i gotchu honey dw. if (when) i beat him up, aka when scott leaves, i shall try <3
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O-kay, everyone! Winter is here and YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?! It is officially time to listen Christmas playlists NON-STOP, decorate your rooms/homes/yards/anything and everything and go completely CRAZY!
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God, finally. I promised myself after Halloween, that I won't start listening to the Holiday music before December, won't decorate for Christmas, won't watch my "Christmas-y vibes" movies, etc. And then the universe started to torture me. You know, with all this songs in the malls and selling all this "Christmas-y" stuff all around. Guh... Then it was snowing everywhere. And then, like a week ago, everyone on social media started "dressing up" for Holidays... and I almost broke! Because I really wanted to listen to my "Glee Christmas playlist". But I was stronger than this! Instead I listened the classical one ("Holidays are coming, Holidays are coming...") 😂
But in the end, I made it! Now I'm going to listen to everything with satisfaction and pride, sing on top of my lungs, dance like no one is watching (because no one is, he-he). I'm going to get my Christmas mini-tree out, all of the lights, and toys, and tinsel AND GO INSANE! *insert villain's laugh here*
❄️🎄❄️☃️❄️🥳❄️🎉❄️🎊❄️🧑🏻🎄❄️🎀❄️🎇❄️
I hope your first day of December is going as nice as mine 😄💜
(If it's not and you need a listening ear, I'm here for you - it doesn't matter who you are! Have some love 💜)
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What is Christmas?
As I hang the lights and stockings, I think:
“What is Christmas?”
I contemplate this more and, well…
There’s the obvious:
“Happy Jesus’s birthday!”
This satisfies me, but not for long.
I think again, before the second answer hits me.
“A capitalistic holiday made to sell goods.”
I feel proud of myself, like I’ve cracked some code.
Something philosophical, like
“You may be ‘simply having a wonderful Christmastime,’
but the big bucks corporations have been pulling the tinsel over your eyes.”
I smirk smugly to myself, like knowing this will mean that I’m somehow immune to the propaganda.
I go to grab an ornament before thinking…
No, that’s not quite right. It may be true,
but Christmas is more than that.
I look around the room, asking myself for the final time.
What is Christmas?
I close my eyes and breathe in.
Christmas is the stockings tenderly hung.
Christmas is the lights on your porch.
Christmas is kids in shepherd costumes on the stage of your church.
Christmas is the cookies.
Christmas is the milk.
Christmas is the colorful wrapping paper adorning the gifts under the tree.
Christmas is Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas is You” played on repeat.
Christmas isn’t a single idea or event.
Christmas is a season. An environment. A vibe, if you will.
Christmas is what you make it.
Satisfied at last, I return to my tree decorating.
Glancing out the window, I notice my neighbors’ menorah.
And suddenly, I think:
What is Hanukkah?
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