very superstitious

Maybe it's this time of year, maybe it's because I'm hicupping down the slope (and on to better things, kiddies!) of my depression again, but Christmas still makes me feel warm and gushy inside. I don't care who knows it. A woman actually smiled at me for no reason on the street today. And even though an ambulance was at the laundromat last week, probably to pick up the crackhead that sleeps in a chair while I wash my whites, I feel a little relief. Like I have to admit it's getting better.

Not that the holiday BUY BUY BUY frenzy on television and in the stores has me in the best of moods but with no money you kind of have to remove yourself from that nonsense.

I am not religious. I was raised by a self proclaimed Atheist and a man who is as close to Agnostic as I think any of us can get. This isn't about the little baby Jesus. But maybe, when people are winding down this time of year knowing they have some time off soon, maybe they decompress and get their heads out of their holes for a bit. Maybe they look around and smile at a stranger for no reason.

I bought a large red faux-velvet bow for the front door at the Dollarama today. Not sure why. Maybe to offset my reticence to accept that we are going to have an election in this country soon. That there is a possiblity (stranger things have happened)that Harper could run Canada. I don't know.

What I do know, what I want to say to anyone who's reading, is remember what's important. Remember your family and your friends. Remember that there are those that won't be getting a $149 Veloceraptor robot for Christmas.

That's all. Just remember, and give thanks. Peace.