I Blame the M&Ms

I was thinking this morning about how little deep thinking I've done lately. You'd think with all the stresses in my life and the approach of a new year that I might have some soul-searching to do, but I haven't felt inclined to do so lately. I wondered if maybe I was on my way to Egypt again. Then I thought about other symptoms I've been exhibiting lately, and wondered if I should be worried. You see, I have been full of goodwill toward men, listening to Christmas music (voluntarily!), and feeling an urge to decorate the house with sparkly things.

Dang. I've contracted the dreaded Christmas Spirit early this year. This scares me. It'll go away soon, right? Right?! A lasting infection could be dangerous. Good thing I don't have access to any tinsel.

I really really wish I had a tree and some sparkly things to decorate it with right now. Gah.

A few years ago a housemate thought my tales of Holiday Mint M&Ms sounded lovely, but he thought mint M&Ms were a myth. Since he was nominally Jewish and I had money in those days, I picked the first day of Hanukkah to prove him wrong, and gave him some of his favorite kind of Pop Tarts too just for the heck of it. His girlfriend was somewhat dismayed--she hadn't even realized he had a holiday coming up soon. She'd grown up in the Soviet Union and was bewildered by the religious-based holidays of the people around here, though she had belonged to some supposedly Christian group for a while in college. (She let me have some of her old religious books since she was an atheist by the time she moved here and knew I was a Christian. I read one of those books and mentioned that though I didn't believe in book-burning, I might make an exception for that one. She was shocked. She'd thought her group had been made of True Christians--that's what they always told her, after all. My feeling was and still is that it's far better to be an atheist than to believe in the kind of God they talked about in that book. She couldn't believe a Christian would have that attitude.)

Anyway, the girlfriend ended up buying the boyfriend some Hanukkah presents too. At this point, it was probably inevitable that the boy ended up buying little Christmas presents for everyone else in the house, which prompted everyone else to buy presents so they wouldn't look too Grinchlike. The Christmas Spirit spread through the entire house, and it was all my fault! That was fun.

I really want some tinsel.
( Instead, I have some quizzes )