Sunday, December 23, 2012

With Apologies

I'm not sure what to post on today. I probably wouldn't post, but I feel bad about not blogging last week. In my defense, I'd just finished finals, and spent a pleasant day with my cousins shopping and watching Lord of the Rings and I didn't really feel like doing anything else. Now I'm over at my parents' house for the next three days, hoping everything will be okay. It probably will. I'm still anxious about it, in spite of reassurances and the fact that it is only for three days.

I'm glad it will be a white Christmas here in Utah. That should be nice.

Christmas is sad because traditions are supposed to remind us of how everything is the same. But nothing is the same here; we're watching home videos and I'm up on the screen reading two poems I wrote where every line ends with "because of the baby Jesus." I'm like 11. It's adorable. And long and silly and kind of weird. We were cute kids. So I guess there's that. But now we're all grown up and sad. And it's kind of sad.

I feel bad that I don't have anything else to say. But I hope you have a pleasant holiday, whatever you do or do not celebrate. Either way, here's a poem by ee cummings about christmas, but also about being sad and lonely, so it can apply to multiple circumstances.

little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower

who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly

i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don't be afraid

look the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,

put up your little arms
and i'll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won't be a single place dark or unhappy

then when you're quite dressed
you'll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they'll stare!
oh but you'll be very proud

and my little sister and i will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we'll dance and sing
"Noel Noel" 


  1. wow thanks for sharing. I love the poem. Hope your Christmas pleasantly surprises you.

  2. I didn't read this before I posted my post this week (, but I totally relate! I'm not infected with the Christmas joy and holiday spirit this year, and am almost feeling sorry about it. I hope you have an enjoyable holiday nonetheless. Plus, I feel safe in assuming that your poems now don't all end with the line "because of baby Jesus," so there's that progression to be happy about. =)

  3. Ah, thanks everyone!! @Ryan I am feeling more and more like a grinch as my family becomes more and more racist during the day...and my mom tells me she didn't buy me the book The Antelope Wife for Christmas because there were BOOBS on the cover (in a Picasso-esque style?) minutes after we finish seeing Les Mis which features boobs?? And then we watched the Doctor Who Christmas special featuring two married interspecies lesbians and I squeed really loudly when they said they were married and faced my families glared disapproval. It's weird over here. However, there were also presents, and it was okay. That was a longer comment than anyone needed. But I hope you all are having a nice Christmas/generic Tuesday day off from work!

    1. Bleck, I'm sure you were probably super annoyed. We made it though! I hope the presents and return to normal life help make things better!