Ho Ho Horrible Holidays...

That's a cheerful title isn't it? Ho Ho Horrible Holidays! I'm afraid that the title I've chosen is the perfect explanation for my Christmas morning. Not only for me, but I know that this time of year is stressful for everyone. Gifts to be, cookies to bake, turkey dinners to prepare, and guests to play host to... it's bound to wear people thin and I hate to admit that I was one of those people.

But, my holiday wasn't all bad. I am a Wiccan and therefore celebrate Yule - the Winter Solstice. On the 22 I lit a candle, said a prayer, and had a merry night. However, my grandma celebrates Christmas, and advidly if I may say so... but wait? I did say previously that my gram would be out of town, didn't I? Yes, that is correct. I was to be alone with Mackenzie, the pup, for the holidays. But, because of the large snow PA and MD got my gram was unable to continue with her previously made plans. So, I spent my holidays with her. The morning started out good... though Mackenzie was the only one with any presents to open. I apologize for the fuzziness of the video. I made it with my phone and it doesn't do the best of jobs. But here is Mackenzie "opening" her bones. Mom and I also got her a plush soccer ball... which she already tore most of the stuffing out before this video was taken LOL



Once the Christmas presents were opened... Mac was the only one with any to open seeing as my family isn't good with waiting until Christmas morning. I got mine the night before (Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince WOOOHOOO!!!!) So, after that, we set out to start making dinner (we were eating uncommonly early because Mom and I had to hit the road before it got too bad outside. That's when disaster hit.

That morning our neighbors walked over and asked if we had any butter. They needed it for their stuffing. Not thinking about it, Grandma gave them the butter we desperately needed for our mashed potatoes.

So, we were butter-less!

I've already pointed out that holidays are stressful times for everyone. My mom tends to be the most stressed out of anyone I've ever met during this time of year. So this oversight caused her to turn red. Me, being the peace keeper, made plans to solve the problem. I got bundled up (which, by the way, goes against my #1 rule for Christmas/Yule, which is: PAJAMAS ONLY!) and went next door to see if they had any left.

The air was chilled and my breath could be seen as I wandered up to the road and took sanctuary on the plowed pavement. My boots, which weren't made for bad weather but instead were made for fashion, slid a little on the slush and ice. But, while gripping my coat with white knuckles, I made it to their porch... only to find that they had run out of our butter.

But, not to worry, Terry had sent her husband out to search for butter... and she'll bring us over some in 10-20 minutes.

I braved the cold once more and got back home. Mom was not pleased, so 10 minutes later when we were still without butter she made us get bundled up again and this time set out in the Jeep to get butter from up the road. However, I saw our neighbors truck pulling into their driveway.

We drove over and THANK THE GODS, they had two sticks of blue bonnet butter for us :D

That, my friends, was the great and cold butter exchange of Christmas 2009.

After that we ate, watched movies, let the drama die down, and we relaxed... until we had to drive home. That wasn't very fun. I couldn't see at all and I wasn't the one who was driving. Mom had Bubby on her (the bird) and he was being a nasty little bugger. I was scared we were going to go pivoting off the road... but we made it. We made it safe and sound back to our apartment just in time to hear the fire whistle go off.

I hope all of you had a great, safe, and butter-filled holiday!

Stay warm!

Until next time,
Stasia