Last minute Christmas shopping is a ritual for me every year. It's also a test of my will...and my patience. Nevertheless, today and tomorrow I will endeavor to do what must be done and venture forth into the Prudential Center, Boston's bastion of commercial ridiculousness.
Don't get me wrong, I love Christmas. Just this morning, in fact, I woke up feeling particularly festive -- albeit dazed on account of a late night of Warcraft. Instead of my usual rock selection, I put my Sinatra CD into my discman and took a stroll down to the neighborhood Starbucks for my morning cup of Go. And, for the first time in a while, I found myself at peace: I walked the two blocks thinking of the gifts I would buy my friends and family, of Christmas dinner, and of seeing the people I otherwise never do. It's the small collection of seconds like that that help me remember why I get out of bed each morning; and that remind me to not be so much shadow all of time.
Don't get me wrong, I love Christmas. Just this morning, in fact, I woke up feeling particularly festive -- albeit dazed on account of a late night of Warcraft. Instead of my usual rock selection, I put my Sinatra CD into my discman and took a stroll down to the neighborhood Starbucks for my morning cup of Go. And, for the first time in a while, I found myself at peace: I walked the two blocks thinking of the gifts I would buy my friends and family, of Christmas dinner, and of seeing the people I otherwise never do. It's the small collection of seconds like that that help me remember why I get out of bed each morning; and that remind me to not be so much shadow all of time.
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anonymouse:
No, I like it. I just read the essay on Brian De Palma. I really like it. He's an excellent writer.
anonymouse:
I'm reading your gift from the beginning now, and I love it. Thank you! 