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zana16For the past month or so I've been upset cause I didn't have anyone to spend Christmas with. To keep me from feeling sorry for myself, Julia and I agreed to celebrate Christmas "like a good Jew" (her words): going to the movies and eating Chinese food. I put the presents from my dad under Emily's tree--I'm housesitting while she's visiting her mom, and bought half a gallon of eggnog and a kit to build a gingerbread house, and made up my mind not to mope. Today I got the best Christmas present: I got ahold of JP and I'll be spending Christmas with her and her family.
JP was one of my dad's students, and she babysat for me and my brother. After my mom died, JP became a surrogate parent. She loved us even when we were horrible--and grieving children act out in a big way. A few years ago I was there when my father walked her down the aisle. She and Carter now have Kiki, who is the cutest, most adorable, most spoiled and most precious four-year-old on this earth.
I had been planning to attend the puja (best word I can think of is 'blessing') at the Buddhist center this evening, and then Friends Meeting of Washington sent around a notice that there'd be a dinner and carols, so I thought I was spoiled for choice. But while religion may be why we have the holidays, it's not a holiday to me unless I'm with people I know and love. Carter's sister and her kids live in town, near the National Cathedral, and tonight we went to dinner in Georgetown, which was fabulous, and I had a drink called a Ski Bunny, which was also fabulous, and afterwards we went down to the Ellipse to see the National Christmas Tree, or whatever they're calling it.
Carter: "Hey, Kiki, you know what that it?"
Kiki: "It looks like a giant pencil."
Carter: "That's the Washington Monument. It's named for George Washington. He was the father of our country cause he had an enormous pencil." His voice is so loud that the entire street turns to stare.
Later we showed her the White House, and JP explained that they'd been practicing blowing a raspberry for this precise occasion. Later, after the obligatory losing of one and then another of the kids, we trekked back home for hot chocolate and cookies and watched "Elf." There was also some deconstructing of video games with Carter's sister's boys (Me: "Wait, the point of the game is to drive your car into other cars?" Nate: "Yes." Me: "Wait, you get more points if you blow yourself up??" Neville: "Yes."), and all in all a good time was had by all.
Julia and I may still go see that Johnny Depp movie tomorrow, and we may end up in Chinatown afterward, but I'm also going to be spending part of the day with (adopted) family, and that's the best Christmas gift I never thought to ask for.
Happy Christmas, everyone. I'm going to go snuggle down with the kitties, and try and find a radio station that will play "I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas".
JP was one of my dad's students, and she babysat for me and my brother. After my mom died, JP became a surrogate parent. She loved us even when we were horrible--and grieving children act out in a big way. A few years ago I was there when my father walked her down the aisle. She and Carter now have Kiki, who is the cutest, most adorable, most spoiled and most precious four-year-old on this earth.
I had been planning to attend the puja (best word I can think of is 'blessing') at the Buddhist center this evening, and then Friends Meeting of Washington sent around a notice that there'd be a dinner and carols, so I thought I was spoiled for choice. But while religion may be why we have the holidays, it's not a holiday to me unless I'm with people I know and love. Carter's sister and her kids live in town, near the National Cathedral, and tonight we went to dinner in Georgetown, which was fabulous, and I had a drink called a Ski Bunny, which was also fabulous, and afterwards we went down to the Ellipse to see the National Christmas Tree, or whatever they're calling it.
Carter: "Hey, Kiki, you know what that it?"
Kiki: "It looks like a giant pencil."
Carter: "That's the Washington Monument. It's named for George Washington. He was the father of our country cause he had an enormous pencil." His voice is so loud that the entire street turns to stare.
Later we showed her the White House, and JP explained that they'd been practicing blowing a raspberry for this precise occasion. Later, after the obligatory losing of one and then another of the kids, we trekked back home for hot chocolate and cookies and watched "Elf." There was also some deconstructing of video games with Carter's sister's boys (Me: "Wait, the point of the game is to drive your car into other cars?" Nate: "Yes." Me: "Wait, you get more points if you blow yourself up??" Neville: "Yes."), and all in all a good time was had by all.
Julia and I may still go see that Johnny Depp movie tomorrow, and we may end up in Chinatown afterward, but I'm also going to be spending part of the day with (adopted) family, and that's the best Christmas gift I never thought to ask for.
Happy Christmas, everyone. I'm going to go snuggle down with the kitties, and try and find a radio station that will play "I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas".
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Date: 2007-12-25 06:37 pm (UTC)