Holidaze

images Oh my…Christmas is looming like a runaway train and on top of that, it’s on sale.

Yes, Christmas is 40 % off ten days away in case you didn’t hear.

I can’t help thinking about the Three Wise Men who you know paid retail. The Magi, who with the exception of possibly Peter Paul and Mary, are the most famous trio ever.

There was no…get your coupon online…back in BC. They had to come up with hard money to buy that myrrh and aromatic frankincense. When you think of what Tom Ford charges nowadays for his fragrance…fahgetaboudit

To be quite frank, I have a problem with Christmas being in the bargain bin. When I was a kid, my mother, who fancied herself Mrs. Claus, never looked for deals. It was always more about the perfect gift, not what one could get for less.

The only cheap gift I ever got was a cat from the pound in a Santa hat, and we sure didn’t mind that one bit, did we Fluffy, wherever you are.

Mew.

My stocking was always award winning. Mom would never be so trite as to actually fill a red sock. Instead, she’d find something to put things in, like a wastepaper basket or tote bag. I still do that. As we speak I have a stocking for a friend that’s a pair of J Crew PJs packed with goodies in its pockets and pant legs. Might be a bit scary when she opens it since it looks as if someone occupies them, but it’s much more fun than the old red sock.

Legacies…how they range.

Another thing I did was stuff a laptop bag for someone I loved. Boy, did I have a ball    doing that. I asked myself, what would he have in his so called computer bag, say if he went someplace overnight? He’s a practical fellow, efficient and terribly neat. But he’s also a tad naughty which is why I sneaked minibar bottles of Jameson in its little covert fabric covered compartments.

He also has a spare pair of flannel L.L. Bean boxers and a turtleneck if the temps drop along with socks, a toothbrush and a book of Hebrew psalms in case he needs a little inspiration. And yes, he’s of Jewish persuasion he keeps under wraps like an asthma inhaler or wooden leg. One’s faith is personal remember, and it’s one of the things I like best about him…but that’s another theme entirely…and as far as expense goes, I began the project in July so it’s already paid for.

Italian Cancers are very practical as well.

I’m not kidding when I say, what a good time I had stuffing this particular stocking, and not once did I think about deals and holiday steals.

That said…

a girl I know asked what I was doing for Christmas.

Her brows shot up when I say nothing.

Nothing is something I look forward to every year, when I can legitimately hole up with a mountain of books, food of my choice in the fridge with nothing pressing to do. With a family long gone and no beau to burn that Yuletide log with, it’s just me…Decking the Halls, Coming Upon a Midnight Clear knowing better than anyone, We Need a Little Christmas...right this very minute.

The season, at least its sacred spirit, has no business being on sale.

There was no room at the inn remember, no discounted suites to be had, yet he was perfectly happy Away in a Manger with myrrh and frankincense offered at full price.

I’m with him, and he, if you discount Good Friday that let’s face it, was a really bad day, didn’t fare too badly.

We still celebrate him every year on a Silent Night as we Come All Ye Faithful singing Joy To the World along with The Angels Up On High.    b744a-babyjesusinmangerNow that’s what I call a legacy.

SB

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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14 Responses to Holidaze

  1. Aussa Lorens says:

    I like your approach to Christmas and solitude– for many years I did the same. That is, nothing. Now I’m back out of that little hole but it’s true… when life is busy and chaotic, it’s nice to look forward to being able to siphon off a peaceful moment away from everyone.

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    • Like the term siphon. Yes, that’s what I’ll be doing, but one never knows when circumstances will change. There just isn’t anyone special enough presently I want to while away the day with. Thanks for becoming a follower. Appreciate it.

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, I’m with you. Gifts should be thoughtful and selected especially for each person. I like that you stuff un-socks. I lost our stockings around ten years ago, probably threw them out by mistake. Since then, I stuff our Santa hats.
    During the time period that we were basement dwellers, Mom, David, Susan, and I came home from Christmas morning church. Dad had hung bright red tights (dangling from a nail in the header beam) stuffed with sexy nighties, undies, etc. for Mom. Of course, being a farmer man, his idea of sexy meant that everything was red or black and usually see-through.

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  3. katecrimmins says:

    I loved this post! I have a friend and I swear that for Christmas is about the bargains. Then we have to hear about each one in detail. One year I got a poinsettia on New Year’s Day. Did she get that at rock bottom prices, you betcha! For at least the last 20 years I have celebrated Christmas quietly. For a long time, it was by myself and I would make it a wonderful tradition carefully selecting the books to read and music to listen to. Then came along the beloved husband and his kids are across country so our holidays continue to be nice and quiet. He also selects a special book to read and maybe we’ll watch Bing Crosby in White Christmas! I love it!

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    • The Husband Chronicles continue…funny you should mention poinsettias. I was just thinking of a one-man show Robert Morse did…you could probably see it on PBS.com..when he plays Truman Capote (Tru) and it opens with him kicking a poinsettia across the stage in disgust. When I think once they lose those big leaves, if you put it in the closet it will miraculously rebloom…it’s kinda scary.

      I just watched White Christmas on Friday. Vera Ellen, Rosemary Clooney, Danny Kaye. Right? I came in the middle of it but there was Bing and everyone wore red and winter white. A good old film.

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  4. What a great post! Very clever and at the same time full of meaning. I love it! Actually, I haven’t really shopped at Christmas for the past few years. I get a couple things, mainly for Little Man, but that is it. We usually go to the mall just to watch the people getting frazzled. When our girls were here with us, I would get things for them, knowing they would be return for twice as much after Christmas. It got to the point that I didn’t even care how ugly things were, because I knew the girls would exchange it. Then we would go out, shop, and have lunch together. Hope you have a most excellent Christmas. DAF

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  5. I’m with you 100%! Sales are like men, you don’t have to chase the good ones, they come to you. I LOVE your creative stockings! Christmas is all about unexpected goodness and it sounds like those hidden surprises in the nooks & crannies provide just that to your friends. Hope you ave a wonderful Christmas!

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    • I’m sure she’ll think I’m nuts, or nuttier than usual. Hope you have a great Christmas there Top. Peanut sent a card, said he’ll be filling in for Dasher this year who has a sprained antler. Almost as good as you marching in that parade 🙂

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  6. micklively says:

    I though the late J.C., God, and Spooks were supposed to be the most famous trio? :_)

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