As I was saying yesterday, Lee threw a Christmas party today and made his traditionally eggnog. Debra made some amazing penguins out of olives and cheese, some pumpkins out of mandarins and celery and Christmas hats out of brownies and strawberries. Although they looked awesome, they disappeared really fast into the mouths of the party people.
There was an interesting mix of people at the party; you had your writers, your photographers and some of the host’s students, so you can imagine that the conversations were spicy. The eggnog was really strong this year, so I stuck by the mulled wine that smelled divinely. There is always something special about this time of year. The holidays spirit is so strong that can either bring you down really fast, or cheer you up. I am slowly falling into the first category and I sense a small depression paying me a visit soon. Should I let it in, should I let it go? Usually that’s not my choice to make, but we’ll see how this goes. For some reason on our way home from the party a phrase kept bugging me, knocking in my thoughts: “You are what you eat and if you eat shit, you are shit!” Does that make any sense at all?
Well, until I figure that one out, depressed or not, Christmas is coming and I can’t wait to buy a Christmas tree, decorate it and fall onto the other side, the joyful, smiley side. There is nothing better during this time of year, than the smell of cinnamon in the house, the lights of a Christmas tree and the warmth of a blanket that you snuggle under with your two favorite people in the world.