Four days to go
The last few days have been very upsetting in the modeling world. Let me state categorically that I have the sincerest admiration for the bravery and honesty of those models. They are amazing people.
I also have every sympathy with those I know who are coping with the loss of a loved one to cancer. And I really feel for those undergoing loneliness and depression, and to the rather-too-many people I know who are undergoing terminal relationship issues, again, this makes me sad, and you have my hope that things can be repaired.
But that’s all I want to say on the matter.
Why?
Because that’s all I can handle right now.
There has been a heck of a lot of negative around these past few weeks. I’ve been sucked into it as much as the next person.
But it’s four days until Christmas. So maybe you’ll forgive me for the following statements.
I don’t do death.
I don’t do depression.
I don’t do anger.
I don’t do misery.
I do, however, do Christmas.
As I type this, it is at the end of my working day, and we have finished work for Christmas.
So now it begins. I tried to make Christmas tasteful, I swear, and I had even planned out my colour-coordinated Christmas tree, but it seemed so dry and empty, somehow. So I just gave up and let the kids and Rich nuke the house.
Tonight the house is alive with shrieking and dancing kids. Fast and LOUD Christmas music. Twinkling Christmas lights. Roaring log fire. Mince pies. Really good sherry. The largest turkey you’ve ever seen (apologies to vegetarians – we would rather eat nut roast, I swear, but the in-laws are coming for Christmas and they are big carnivores.) Home-made Christmas cards. Bouncing Father Christmasses. Middle son planning the most complicated and exotic Christmas trifle I can imagine, involving $50 ingredients and three types of sherry (he wants to be a famous t.v. chef when he grows up). My three year old daughter obsessively wrapping presents (she’s been wrapping everything in sight for at least a month.) Snogging my husband under the mooseletoe (large dangling cuddly furry moose, who has looked down on plenty of kissing over the years.)
Yes it’s a naff, uncool, sugary sweet, tacky Christmas.
Guess what? I don’t care.
It’s been a really crappy year, dammit. We deserve a good one.
I also have every sympathy with those I know who are coping with the loss of a loved one to cancer. And I really feel for those undergoing loneliness and depression, and to the rather-too-many people I know who are undergoing terminal relationship issues, again, this makes me sad, and you have my hope that things can be repaired.
But that’s all I want to say on the matter.
Why?
Because that’s all I can handle right now.
There has been a heck of a lot of negative around these past few weeks. I’ve been sucked into it as much as the next person.
But it’s four days until Christmas. So maybe you’ll forgive me for the following statements.
I don’t do death.
I don’t do depression.
I don’t do anger.
I don’t do misery.
I do, however, do Christmas.
As I type this, it is at the end of my working day, and we have finished work for Christmas.
So now it begins. I tried to make Christmas tasteful, I swear, and I had even planned out my colour-coordinated Christmas tree, but it seemed so dry and empty, somehow. So I just gave up and let the kids and Rich nuke the house.
Tonight the house is alive with shrieking and dancing kids. Fast and LOUD Christmas music. Twinkling Christmas lights. Roaring log fire. Mince pies. Really good sherry. The largest turkey you’ve ever seen (apologies to vegetarians – we would rather eat nut roast, I swear, but the in-laws are coming for Christmas and they are big carnivores.) Home-made Christmas cards. Bouncing Father Christmasses. Middle son planning the most complicated and exotic Christmas trifle I can imagine, involving $50 ingredients and three types of sherry (he wants to be a famous t.v. chef when he grows up). My three year old daughter obsessively wrapping presents (she’s been wrapping everything in sight for at least a month.) Snogging my husband under the mooseletoe (large dangling cuddly furry moose, who has looked down on plenty of kissing over the years.)
Yes it’s a naff, uncool, sugary sweet, tacky Christmas.
Guess what? I don’t care.
It’s been a really crappy year, dammit. We deserve a good one.
Labels: Christmas
posted by Lin at 3:54 PM
8 Comments:
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and all your family. May the new year bring much health and prosperity.
Thats the Best photo I have seen all year!! thanks for sharing. Merry Christmas.
bt and mrs bt
Merry christmas to you and yours. Remember sometimes a choice must be made between taste and fun for the hoidays. So be tacky, have all your lights and trifles and again have a merry christmas.
Merry Christmas.
Hope you enjoy the time with the family!!!!
I know I'm looking forward to mine..
Thanks for the picture, my little girl is 25 now but it seems like just yesterday she looked like yours. Don't ya just wish you could keep them that age.
Wishing you and yours a great holiday season and new year.
We are going to Michigan for Christmas. No internet where we stay so will check back in to see what been going on when we get back to Chi-town.
D.L. Wood
Happy Christmas Fluffies!
Have a Merry Olde Christmas, Lin!
Happy New Year, Lin, and Merry Xmas - but what has happened in the modeling world these last few days? I was not aware that anything bad had happened.
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