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Is it December yet?
Nov. 29th, 2003 12:42 amTonight, while I was waiting for the train after Kendô, some guy walked past, singing. Aloud. Into the West. In a loud clear voice, and apparently totally unaware of anyone listening. Long, blond dreadlocks; "I wish I'd been there in 1969" kind of clothing. Your friendly neighborhood hippie, so to say. And he walked along and sang Into the West.
I so can't wait.
So. I should seriously start to think about Christmas presents by now. Both things I want to be given (BOOKS! Many new precious books!) and I want to give out. The Christmas market season has started as well as the movie hype season, but I'd hate to do last-minute-present-shopping again (between two showings of LOTR, so to say). It's hard enough to find stuff I assume my family would like, anyway (at least the family that goes beyond my dad, mom and brother - I know what I'll get for them, alright). Hm, maybe I'll just try to get some Gondorian coins for the boys. They'd probably be delighted.
They actually helped me a bit for my stupid Númenorean fan fic, whatever. I figured that since Isildur and Anarion knew each other since they were kids (well, d'uh) they'd probably not call each other by their rather long given names, but have some sort of nickname. I didn't know what sort, though (Isi and Ani? Garg), but when my cousins, talking about FOTR, also talked about "Ildur", I went for that. Ildur and Anon. Feels real enough.
This random bit of information was somehow totally pointless. Huh.
Anyway, Christmas. I don't like the whole thing as much as I did when I was the good, faithful lil' girl I once was, because by now there are members of my family that I really don't care for and I hate the kitschy stuff you just can't overlook and the commercial insanity, but I like the spirit of the season once you get behind the present-hunting, stressful part and behind the dreadful, totally exaggerated decorations. But I like cookies. I like the smell of fir twigs, I like candles. I actually like singing Christmas songs. And I love the way that my
little cousins love Christmas.
An idea I got from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
etoilepb and liked quite a lot even though I am not the biggest card writer, really: If you want a Christmas (or Yule, or whatever holiday it is you celebrate) card from me, e-mail me, let me know your adress, and I'll send you one. Savvy?
This will be the second Christmas without my godfather. He was among the people I really did care about.
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( Isses endlich Dezember? )
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I so can't wait.
So. I should seriously start to think about Christmas presents by now. Both things I want to be given (BOOKS! Many new precious books!) and I want to give out. The Christmas market season has started as well as the movie hype season, but I'd hate to do last-minute-present-shopping again (between two showings of LOTR, so to say). It's hard enough to find stuff I assume my family would like, anyway (at least the family that goes beyond my dad, mom and brother - I know what I'll get for them, alright). Hm, maybe I'll just try to get some Gondorian coins for the boys. They'd probably be delighted.
They actually helped me a bit for my stupid Númenorean fan fic, whatever. I figured that since Isildur and Anarion knew each other since they were kids (well, d'uh) they'd probably not call each other by their rather long given names, but have some sort of nickname. I didn't know what sort, though (Isi and Ani? Garg), but when my cousins, talking about FOTR, also talked about "Ildur", I went for that. Ildur and Anon. Feels real enough.
This random bit of information was somehow totally pointless. Huh.
Anyway, Christmas. I don't like the whole thing as much as I did when I was the good, faithful lil' girl I once was, because by now there are members of my family that I really don't care for and I hate the kitschy stuff you just can't overlook and the commercial insanity, but I like the spirit of the season once you get behind the present-hunting, stressful part and behind the dreadful, totally exaggerated decorations. But I like cookies. I like the smell of fir twigs, I like candles. I actually like singing Christmas songs. And I love the way that my
little cousins love Christmas.
An idea I got from
etoilepb and liked quite a lot even though I am not the biggest card writer, really: If you want a Christmas (or Yule, or whatever holiday it is you celebrate) card from me, e-mail me, let me know your adress, and I'll send you one. Savvy?This will be the second Christmas without my godfather. He was among the people I really did care about.
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( Isses endlich Dezember? )
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