I didn't get what I really wanted for Christmas, despite a whole lot of hoping and wishing (I'm not the praying sort). I didn't expect to, but it would have salvaged the year if I had. Perhaps I should have written a letter to Santa and spelled it out.
Dashed hopes aside, I've been going to the Byrd for "It's a Wonderful Life" on Christmas Eve for over a decade now. I think it's a great way to spend that evening and at this point, I practically know the dialogue by heart. But this year, it got to me like it never had before and tears fell pretty much throughout the entire movie; it was not the best way to experience it. And, on top of that, I realized going in to the theater that I'd lost my wallet. Sigh.
Christmas Day I drove to the Northern Neck to see the 'rents without a driver's license (obviously) and in the pouring rain. It's usually not a bad drive, but the weather and my mood were not cooperating. One of my presents was a gift certificate to Victoria's Secret, but given the state of my love life, it seemed frivolous and unnecessary. I thanked them sincerely anyway.
Shopping at VS today, I was surprised to see so many couples in the store choosing lingerie together. I suppose if you're going to wear pretty underthings , you may as well get your partner's input on what they like, right? One of the couples even had their kids with them as she held up thongs and demi-bras for his approval. It was kind of unsettling or maybe I was just resentful that no one will be seeing my new pretties. I know, I know, my attitude sucks.
The best thing about this Christmas is that it means 2009 is almost over and, as the worst year I've ever had to live through, that can't come soon enough. And for those without X-ray vision glasses, I'll be wearing some of the loveliest lingerie I may have ever owned in 2010. If only my attitude could be half as lovely in the new year.