Dear Santa Claus,
The last couple years, I've tried to wax philosophical to you, and for all my enfeebled attempts at being highbrow, I actually learned something last year, and I'd like to share it with you. It starts with Christmas 2004. Up until then, I'd always spent Christmas morning with my folks, in only two different living rooms for 24 years. However, 2004 was the year I moved in with Jenn and her sister, and that Christmas morning I spent with Jenn, Kimba, and Beth. They weren't family at the time, but I figured it was close enough since I was marrying Jenn within the next three months. Christmas 2005 Jenn and I were alone in our cozy little basement suite, our first Christmas as a married couple, and it was perfectly lovely. Last year was our second Christmas as married people, and we spent it alone again. And without the romance of it being our first, it was a little lonely and anticlimactic. That's when I realized, for all my bluster about what Jesus means, the part you play, and how Christmas fits into my religion, it all means nothing without a warm, friendly, clan of people to share it with. I know it sounds incredibly trite, like I'm just reciting the moral from a holiday special or something, but it really is true. And really, that's the long and short of it.
As for whether or not I've been good all year, I'm not sure how to answer that. I think I've contained my temper quite well in the face a disappointing consumer experience, and while I've complained in my LJ quite a bit, I haven't yelled or threatened anyone, and I haven't taken any illegal action against the company, but that doesn't put me in line for sainthood, does it? Mind you, I've been putting in a small amount of volunteer hours with my church's sunday school, and I helped the BC Renfest with their Halloween fundraiser. Not exactly Mother Theresa type stuff, but I hope it means I'm not all bad...
So, straight on to the point of any letter to Santa: what do I want for Christmas? To be honest, I'm not sure how much point there is in telling you, seeing as I'm already getting lots of things that I want. I've already made arrangements with my folks to spend Christmas morning with them, and Christmas evening I'm spending with my father in law. I don't know when I'll see my sister in law and my mother in law yet, but I look forward to seeing them too. With Jenn's new job, I know she'll also be available for everything. I've been wanting to do dinner and a show on Granville Island for Christmas ever since I did it the first time in 1996, and it's finally happening again this year, I have the ticket tucked away nice and safe, and Jenn and I both have the night off. As an added bonus, I've even been cast as the villain in my church's Christmas pantomime, and I've been wanting to play the villain in a small scale production since high school, so this is great for me. So really, there isn't much more I can ask for that will make me happier.
Having said that, I can never have too many macadamia nuts...
Warmest wishes,
Stephen Elliot Brown
The last couple years, I've tried to wax philosophical to you, and for all my enfeebled attempts at being highbrow, I actually learned something last year, and I'd like to share it with you. It starts with Christmas 2004. Up until then, I'd always spent Christmas morning with my folks, in only two different living rooms for 24 years. However, 2004 was the year I moved in with Jenn and her sister, and that Christmas morning I spent with Jenn, Kimba, and Beth. They weren't family at the time, but I figured it was close enough since I was marrying Jenn within the next three months. Christmas 2005 Jenn and I were alone in our cozy little basement suite, our first Christmas as a married couple, and it was perfectly lovely. Last year was our second Christmas as married people, and we spent it alone again. And without the romance of it being our first, it was a little lonely and anticlimactic. That's when I realized, for all my bluster about what Jesus means, the part you play, and how Christmas fits into my religion, it all means nothing without a warm, friendly, clan of people to share it with. I know it sounds incredibly trite, like I'm just reciting the moral from a holiday special or something, but it really is true. And really, that's the long and short of it.
As for whether or not I've been good all year, I'm not sure how to answer that. I think I've contained my temper quite well in the face a disappointing consumer experience, and while I've complained in my LJ quite a bit, I haven't yelled or threatened anyone, and I haven't taken any illegal action against the company, but that doesn't put me in line for sainthood, does it? Mind you, I've been putting in a small amount of volunteer hours with my church's sunday school, and I helped the BC Renfest with their Halloween fundraiser. Not exactly Mother Theresa type stuff, but I hope it means I'm not all bad...
So, straight on to the point of any letter to Santa: what do I want for Christmas? To be honest, I'm not sure how much point there is in telling you, seeing as I'm already getting lots of things that I want. I've already made arrangements with my folks to spend Christmas morning with them, and Christmas evening I'm spending with my father in law. I don't know when I'll see my sister in law and my mother in law yet, but I look forward to seeing them too. With Jenn's new job, I know she'll also be available for everything. I've been wanting to do dinner and a show on Granville Island for Christmas ever since I did it the first time in 1996, and it's finally happening again this year, I have the ticket tucked away nice and safe, and Jenn and I both have the night off. As an added bonus, I've even been cast as the villain in my church's Christmas pantomime, and I've been wanting to play the villain in a small scale production since high school, so this is great for me. So really, there isn't much more I can ask for that will make me happier.
Having said that, I can never have too many macadamia nuts...
Warmest wishes,
Stephen Elliot Brown
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