Here’s wishing you all a very safe and Merry Christmas! Enjoy!

Here’s wishing you all a very safe and Merry Christmas! Enjoy!

I am definitely going to try number 4. Now to find my Festivus pole….
How to celebrate Festivus in 5 easy steps
https://www.cnn.com/2019/12/23/living/festivus-5-ways-to-celebrate-trnd/index.html
One event from my past that still rings clear to me today is from my junior year in high school. I had a friend whom I will call “Cathy” (not her real name). Cathy was a year older than me and was in the senior class. She was also from a family much more poor than my own, which was pretty poor, since my family itself was at poverty level.
It was a few days before Christmas break and Cathy and I were sitting in the cafeteria having lunch. The conversation turned towards Christmas.
“So, what do you think you’re getting?” I asked Cathy, knowing she probably wasn’t going to be getting much.
“Well, I did ask my folks for some oil paints and new brushes.”
Cathy was an untrained artist. She had never had an art lesson in her life, yet she could draw just about anything freehand.
The next thing I knew I was asking her about her four brothers and what she thought they may get for Christmas. I made a mental note of everything she told me and jotted it down in my notebook.
When I got home from school that day I was telling my mother about the conversation I had with Cathy and how I felt bad that she and her brothers probably wouldn’t be getting much.
“I’d like to do something for her,” I told my mother.
So off we went to Ames (which was my favorite department store at the time–this was LONG before my area had Walmarts!). It’s funny because all I can remember purchasing is a bottle of Charlie perfume for Cathy’s mother and some paint brushes for Cathy. I know we got Cathy’s father and brothers items also but I cannot recall what they were.
Then we set our plan in motion. All the gifts were wrapped and put into trash bags and decorated the bags with bows. We threw in some unopened boxes of Kix cereal which we had coming out of our ears, since my mother was a WIC recipient and that was the one cereal WIC recipients were able to get.
My step-father drove me out to Cathy’s house and parked about 1000 feet away from her house. I lugged the two trash bags up Cathy’s icy driveway. A dog barked in the distance. Or maybe it was Roman, their black lab. I reached the side door of their house and the outside light popped on. My heart raced as I dropped the bags and booked it out of there, somehow managing to not fall on my ass.
On Christmas morning I got a call from Cathy. This was not unusual, as we chatted just about every day on the phone.
“Guess what Santa brought?” she said excitedly.
I smiled. “What?”
“Garbage bags!”
“Huh?”
She then started to laugh. “Last night I was sitting in my room when all of a sudden Roman started barking his head off. I looked out the window and saw the light was on near the side door. So I went to investigate. And there were these two trash bags. So I yelled up the stairs ‘Okay, who’s the goober who forgot to go to the dump’? And then I saw the bows on the trash bags.”
Thank God for the bows!
Cathy then proceeded to tell me about all the gifts that were in the bags. She then started to cry when she mentioned getting her oil paints and brushes.
“We think it was a good Samaritan from our church,” Cathy said, in trying to guess who the do-gooder was.
“Maybe you’re just not meant to know, Cathy,” I replied.
That June Cathy graduated leaving me behind for one more year of high school. She went on to attend college at BYU. We kept in touch for several years but when I graduated and began working and going to college, we eventually lost touch.
But every Christmas I always think of Cathy, the friendship we had and the joy my family and I brought to her and her family one Christmas.
To honor the end of the decade, I’m looking back on some old Christmas posts. This one was originally posted December 17, 2010. We should have known Santa was a woman back then!
Santa is a Woman?
Author Unknown
I think Santa Claus is a woman … I hate to be the one to defy sacred myth, but I believe he’s a she.
Think about it. Christmas is a big, organized, warm, fuzzy, nurturing social deal, and I have a tough time believing a guy could possibly pull it all off!
For starters, the vast majority of men don’t even think about selecting gifts until Christmas Eve. It’s as if they are all frozen in some kind of Ebenezerian Time Warp until 3 p.m. on Dec. 24th, when they – with amazing calm – call other errant men and plan for a last-minute shopping spree.
Once at the mall, they always seem surprised to find only Ronco products, socket wrench sets, and mood rings left on the shelves. (You might think this would send them into a fit of panic and guilt, but my husband tells me it’s an enormous relief because it lessens the 11th hour decision-making burden.) On this count alone, I’m convinced Santa is a woman. Surely, if he were a man, everyone in the universe would wake up Christmas morning to find a rotating musical Chia Pet under the tree, still in the bag.
Another problem for a he-Santa would be getting there. First of all, there would be no reindeer because they would all be dead, gutted and strapped on to the rear bumper of the sleigh amid wide-eyed, desperate claims that buck season had been extended. Blitzen’s rack would already be on the way to the taxidermist.
Even if the male Santa DID have reindeer, he’d still have transportation problems because he would inevitably get lost up there in the snow and clouds and then refuse to stop and ask for directions.
Add to this the fact that there would be unavoidable delays in the chimney, where the Bob Vila-like Santa would stop to inspect and repoint bricks in the flue. He would also need to check for carbon monoxide fumes in every gas fireplace, and get under every Christmas tree that is crooked to straighten it to a perfectly upright 90-degree angle.
Other reasons why Santa can’t possibly be a man:
Men can’t pack a bag.
Men would rather be dead than caught wearing red velvet.
Men would feel their masculinity is threatened … having to be seen with all those elves.
Men don’t answer their mail.
Men would refuse to allow their physique to be described even in jest as anything remotely resembling a “bowlful of jelly.”
Men aren’t interested in stockings unless somebody’s wearing them.
Having to do the “Ho Ho Ho” thing would seriously inhibit their ability to pick up women.
Finally, being responsible for Christmas would require a commitment.
I can buy the fact that other mythical characters are men …
Father Time shows up once a year unshaven and looking ominous.
Definite guy.
Cupid flies around carrying weapons.
Guy
Uncle Sam is a politician who likes to point fingers.
Ditto
Any one of these individuals could pass the testosterone screening test. But not St. Nick. Not a chance. As long as we have each other, good will, peace on earth, faith and Nat King Cole’s version of “The Christmas Song,” it probably makes little difference what gender Santa is.
I just wish she’d quit dressing like a guy!!!
I realize that ebay is considered to be the world’s biggest yard sale. I understand that many people haggle over prices on there, even when a price is set in stone. Because it is treated like a yard sale. I’ve had people ask me if I’d take less than what I’m auctioning an item for. If that were the case, I’d say so in my listing. But I’m offering it for a set price. And that’s that. I understand many people are looking for a deal. I get it. It’s ebay. But I’m baffled by some buyers on ebay and what they expect from people who are selling used items.
Most of my ebay selling experience has been positive. I’ve had very little issues. Then I had the one person who purchased three separate items from me and expected me to combine shipping. On three items I charged a buck each for (totalling $3.00)? To ship to FL? Apparently people are clueless about what shipping costs. Even if I had sold the items together, I still would’ve charged at least seven dollars for shipping. Which is what she paid for on all three items combined.
My most recent experience has been with someone who keeps asking me about this blue neon clock I’m selling. I have multiples of these blue neon clocks. I actually have MANY different clocks, as we are clearing out my sister’s basement and, lo and behold, she has collected MANY clocks over the years. Many of them are these cool blue neon clocks. Which are used. They are not in the boxes. They no longer have the plugs that came with them. You can purchase these clocks new at Walmart for $20.00. Where do you think I got them from in the first place? And mind you, I am the original purchaser of most of these clocks.
So I’m selling these clocks on ebay for a whopping $1.00. Because they are used, not in the box and do not have the plug. But it’s going to cost me SOMETHING to ship it. It’s NOT free! Even if you lived in the same state as myself, it would STILL COST ME SOMETHING TO SHIP IT!!!! Charging you only a buck for the sale of this clock is nothing. So if I charge you $10.00 for shipping, when the cost to ship is actually $13.00, you’re STILL MAKING OUT! I’m losing money on this, and yet I have people asking me what kind of plug it takes, where they can get an adapter, why I don’t have a plug for it and asking me to lower the shipping cost. My answer is simple: the clock is used, without a plug and without a box. If I had a plug and box for it I would auction it off for a hell of a lot more than $1.00 and the shipping would be a hell of a lot more than $10.00. If you don’t want to purchase the clock from me on ebay, go buy it new at Walmart. Then you’ll have your goddamn box and adapter and your $20.00 blue neon clock.
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