First off … Merry Christmas!
Secondly, due to the resounding non-popularity of my Alistair and Alexis Christmas Special, I have decided to switch gears and pull out a “Biff Rambles On” post, blow the dust off of it, and hang it lovingly on my WP Christmas tree (which looks a lot like the Charlie Brown Christmas Tree).
Thirdly, I have discovered that the danger of starting a post out with the phrase “First Off …” is that you get stuck in the trap of numbering things and soon you’re beginning a paragraph with, “And eleventh-ly …”. So, if you don’t mind, I’m going to stop numbering things right now.
Bearing gifts, I Traversed Afar
It has been a busy week here in Biff-ville (population: knackered). I have been off from work the entire week, but far from that being relaxing, I have been running around like the proverbial headless chicken.
A headless chicken full of amphetamines.
And energy drinks.
I am not a good at picking out gifts for people. I try really, really hard. And I often get an “E” for Effort. But then I get a “needs improvement” in everything else. (I expounded on this somewhat here.)
I don’t know what it’s like to shop for gifts for people without being in a full-on panic. I rarely ever drink alcoholic drinks, but if I ever decide to take it up, it will be because of having to buy gifts for people.
I probably logged two or three hundred miles this week, and yet never was more than ten or 15 miles from home. Of course, that is because in Texas, the phrase “just down the road apiece” can be anything from 100 yards to 100 miles. So when I get into my car and think, “That store is not that far away”, it could be 20 miles away on the other side of town. Fortunately, our wonderful freeway (and tollway) system here in Dallas means that we can be there in a mere 20 minutes.
Still, it is confusing at the end of the day to be road-weary, feeling like I’ve just driven across country, and yet have the sensation that I really didn’t go anywhere.
The Weather Outside is Not Frightful
The weather here in Dallas is not cooperating this week.
It is difficult to get into the Christmas spirit when it is sunny and 65 degrees (18 C). I have seen people shopping in shorts, tank tops, flip-flops, and sunglasses. I used to think that Tiffany’s had a dress code, but apparently not.
It is virtually unheard of to have snowy Christmases here in Dallas. We always hold out hope, but there is usually less than a 1% chance that it will snow any time during the week of Christmas.
So I am okay if it doesn’t snow around Christmas. But I do like it to at least be cool. Somewhere around freezing is perfect. I can get in the Christmas spirit if it feels brisk and I can see my breath and I don’t feel silly singing along to lyrics such as:
Dashing through the snow …
And the sun is red, like a pumpkin head … It’s shining so your nose won’t freeze
In the meadow we can build a snowman …
Giddy-yap giddy-yap giddy-yap let’s go …. Let’s look at the snow … We’re riding in a wonderland of snow
But I also I settled down in the wrong part of the country to have any sort of expectation of a white Christmas.
I will end this ramble with a sincere wish that you and your families and friends have an absolutely wonderful Christmas.