Pace on Earth

Good Times

The Christmas Story.

Christmas has been a little tough on George st. for the last couple of years. Dad does his best to make the house look as good as Diane used to but it's not easy and feeling the need to was probably hard on him. So this year we decided to go to Sarah and Steve's house for a Carleton County Christmas.

I woke up on Henry St. groggy from my late night visit from St. Nick Pacey and the rum and egg nog elf. I made my way to George St. for breakfast with the family then we made our way to Bristol. We arrived just in time not to have to do anything but have a drink. We sat down to an incredible meal in sister Sarah's beautifully decked-out holiday house. I ate alot of turkey and even more ham and before the stuffing was gone started scoping out the best coach for a nap. There would be none of that and shortly after dinner a few of Sarah and Steve's friends showed up with guitars in hand. Will also brought his guitar along and by 10 o'clock we were having a non-traditional Christmas jam. They played straight until 3am when their fingers were raw and voices raspy. We had a lot of laughs; it was a great, great time.
The celebration of Christmas has evolved alot over time. From Christ's birthday to rabid commercialism the "true meaning" of Christmas is different for everyone. But for most is has come to mean a time to be together with family (related or otherwise) and this year I got to do a ton of that with the family here on Henry st., the family on Cityview ave. and the family that gathered in Bristol. When my uncle Doug asked me what I got for Christmas I showed him the new Christmas socks I was wearing. That's a good sign.

I was planning on writing my own version of the Twelve Days of Christmas but I couldn't get past the line '5 Hang-o-vers' which should give you an idea why I couldn't come up with anything else.

Good times though, good times.

Pace out.

posted by Vitamin S @ 3:20 p.m.