when you’re back in your old neighborhood, cigarettes taste so good.

By christa 11 December, 2006 random

Things in the old pueblo are pretty good. I’m enjoying myself. I’ll be sad to leave. It’s nice to have family and friends, even if they drive you absolutely insane. Plus it’s fun to share Ry. He’s sort of the only really awesome thing I’ve done in my life, so I get very show and telly about him. He is one cool kid, despite my parenting skills.

I am looking forward to going home and getting my house decorated, trimming the tree, blah blah etc. I love me the christmas decorations. and the music. and the presents. everything really.

Here is something silly. Last night we went to the zoo for Zoo Lights, where they’ve decked the happy holly hell out of it. It was fun! Ry and I both loved it. It was very sweet and quaint, wandering around the zoo at night, all those lights around you, partaking in all the holiday joy. I felt very happy, because the night was so nice, cool but not cold, a little breeze in the trees, lots of cheery folks and family.

Here’s the silly part. As we were walking around, we passed a chorus and they were singing “we three kings” which happens to be one of my favorite songs (inexplicable, I know), and I was holding Ry’s hand and we were looking up at the lights in the trees and they’re singing “star of wonder, star of light…” and I just couldn’t help myself. I started crying. Not huge sobs or anything, more just choking up and getting a little teary. I can be such a dork. But it was really sweet, I’m telling you. If you were there you would have felt the same.

I only wished Gordon was there with us. I can’t wait to get back to him and our little family and have our merry little christamas together.

awww shucks, I’m getting all misty just thinking about it now. stupid christmas, bringing out the sap in me.

9 thoughts on “when you’re back in your old neighborhood, cigarettes taste so good.”

  1. Marianne

    Two Christmas songs make me cry every time I hear them. Oh Holy Night and Do You Hear What I Hear…..I feel the same way you do, it is totally and completely inexplicable to me why these songs should make me cry but they do, every fucking time.

  2. DG

    The 2006 Christa is turning out to be the adult mommy person anyone would envy.
    A far cry from the nightclub hopping wild one that made daily reports here. The former was interesting and invoked empathy and craziness. The latter is something better..a responsible adult. I geuss having Ry was the ingredient that you needed.

  8. Michelle

    Oh and PS-
    The two “radio” songs that make me sob like a baby – Same Old Lang Sine by Dan Fogelberg and The Christmas Shoes by Jim Brickman. They should ban those damn things!