Ginger Snap’s Christmas Alphabet in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

  • Dec. 22, 2002, midnight
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In preparation for my travels to my very small family Christmas gathering (I’ll be leaving tomorrow afternoon and will come back here on Christmas night…very, very late):

A – Almost ready. But not quite. There’s still a bit of shopping and packing to do. So why am I sitting here doing this? Because I’m one of the world’s best procrastinators, that’s why.

B – Big suitcase. I gotta get the biggie out so that I can pack all my presents to take to my parents’ place tomorrow. And to haul my loot back here! Gah! I’m terribly presumptuous, aren’t I? More like a 35-year-old spoiled brat.

C – Cookies. Every year I bake those cream cheese press cookies with my mom. Wreath-shaped with red hot candies as the berries. I love them. I do. Mom and I got to talking and laughing and joking in the kitchen last year, and we screwed up the recipe! They came out blobby and misshapen. We ate them anyway!

D – Dreaming of waking up in someone’s arms Christmas morning. Won’t happen. But a girl can dream, can’t she? Maybe this idea should also go under “F” for Fantasizing. Or “W” for wishing. “P” for praying??

E – Eat. I do that well this time of year.

F – Frost. That’s Jack, nipping at my nose (don’t I wish).

G – Grumble. What my brother does the whole time when we have these little family gatherings.

H – Hope. I do have some left for the world.

I – Ice. Here’s to there not being any on the roads as I drive to the airport tomorrow. I just got my car out of the shop!

J – Jelly. What I hope my belly doesn’t shake like a bowl full of after this holiday season.

K – Killer abs. Oops. Sorry. I was just thinking about Canuk’s stomach….the complete opposite of jelly belly.

L – Lake. My parents live in a little lakeside community with lots of little old weekender cottages in their neighborhood. I love to walk down the windy roads and wave to the year-rounders. Interesting folk.

M – Mistletoe. I’ve had no mistletoe kisses this season. None. Nada. Zip. My lips are aching with mistletoe desire.

N – Nookie. Likewise with the holiday celebratory sex.

O – The big one. Do I even need to get into this one?

P – Probability of getting Christmas nookie = 0%. Okay. Sorry….I just got carried away on a little tangent there.

[ahem]

Q – Quiet. I love the calm, beautiful quiet when I wake up Christmas morning. Always have. I’m sure I always will.

R – Rest. I’m sure I’ll get some on the plane.

S – Santa Baby, please bring me some holiday sweetness. Please?

T – A Toast. To all of you, my OD friends. Here’s to a safe, happy, and healthy holiday…. *clink*

U – Upheaval. What my year has been like….especially the last couple of months!

V – Vent. Thank you, OD, for giving me a place to do this. I’m sure my holidays will be less stressed because I have a spot to write it all out and send it all out into cyberland.

W – Welcome Winter 2002!

X – X-mas comes but once a year. Thank goodness.

Y – Yawn. What I will be doing all day at work on the day after Christmas.

Z – Zoo. I can’t wait to get to the airport!


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