Christmas Time is Here

Each year, I act like a small child around the holidays. I take long walks around the neighborhood looking at lights, I spend hours decorating the tree, I bake cookies all weekend, just your typical American getting into the holiday spirit.

This is the first year that I just really don't care. Perhaps I'm getting older, or maybe I'm just tired of hearing about all the specials at Walmart, but this year, I don't feel like the happiest elf.

I've decided possible solutions may or may not include the following:

1. Wrapping the presents I've purchased for friends and family
2. Eating one candy cane per hour, per day, until I realize it's the holiday season.
3. Sending holiday cards (done). And they're holiday cards if you're pagan.
4. Burning a pine scented candle in my office.
5. Singing a round of We Wish You a Merry Christmas every hour, per day, until I realize it's the holiday season.
6. Building a train garden with my Dad.
7. Drive to Hampden and try to climb the hubcap tree on 34th street.

If anyone else has any suggestions, please let me know.

Perhaps I should be more in touch with my inner child

Last night, I had a strange dream....about myself when I was two. We were hanging out together.

I was at my old house from when I was little. My mom was there and she and my Dad were going out. My cousin was babysitting me. I was probably about 2 years old. Except that my grown-up self was there too! So, my small self and my current self were sitting there on the floor playing with these minature tile things....kinda like a cash register, but the buttons came off and you could put them back into the cash register. Then, all of a sudden, my small self started coughing and choking and was screaming....I tried to perform the Heimlich Maneuver on myself, but it wasn't working. So, then my cousin came over and did it. But, while she was doing that, it was like she was performing that on me, and I threw up on the carpet. And then my small self threw up on the carpet. And then I woke up.