The beginning of the season
Friday, 25 November 2005 07:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
carose59"You Got a Siren? Cool! I Can Hardly Wait!"*
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There were lights last night, but first there was pie. Pumpkin pie, which I put in the oven (it was a frozen pie that I'd bought early in October, on sale at Kroger) and took to my mother's house. She had chili for Thanksgiving; I had hamburger casserole. I spent about half an hour at her house, eating pie and talking, and then it was 8 o'clock and she told me to go home so she could watch Survivor. She kept the pie, except for a piece she wrapped up tightly so I wouldn't get it all over myself. (I know I'm clumsy, messy, I know I'm maladroit, I know, but had thought I could walk across a driveway without getting food all over myself. I carried the pie and the Cool-Whip, so I don't know why this was necessary, but I didn't argue. There's no point arguing. People decide who you are, and that's who you are, whether you are or not.)
I left the pie in the house and walked over a block to where the lights are. The house on the corner has had theirs on for a few days now–they have, among other things, a couple of reindeer, one of which turns its head back and forth like it's trying to pick up the scent of something. Santa Claus, maybe. The other one–
I've hesitated to mention this to anyone, but this year I have to. The other one is bending over, probably in a simulated eating grass pose, but the very splay-legged stand, particularly right in front of the other reindeer, gives it a "come fuck me" look. Which, I dunno, maybe was the intention. Maybe I need to get to know my neighbors better.
And down the street, at the house with the enormous yard and all the lights, sometimes it seems like all the lights in the world, they were lit up. Shooting stars and reindeer and blue penguins and a color-changing sign that says NORTH POLE. Santa Claus on a big, old-fashioned bicycle, and a nativity scene, and another nativity scene and the gazebo is strung with lights, and the fence, and the house, and the side fence. And there are trees, trees made of lights, multi-colored lights, blue lights, red lights, green lights, white lights. There are churches and another Santa Claus, and some carolers, there are polar bears, there are angels, and there's a train that goes around a track. And there are things that I can't even identify and have to go look at in the daylight and try to remember when I go back in the dark, but it's hard because I'm dazzled by the light. Christmas-tree-light blue is my favorite color in the world.
It's sunny today, bright and cold, and tonight will be even colder, but that's all right. There will be lots of lights.
*Shane Scully
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There were lights last night, but first there was pie. Pumpkin pie, which I put in the oven (it was a frozen pie that I'd bought early in October, on sale at Kroger) and took to my mother's house. She had chili for Thanksgiving; I had hamburger casserole. I spent about half an hour at her house, eating pie and talking, and then it was 8 o'clock and she told me to go home so she could watch Survivor. She kept the pie, except for a piece she wrapped up tightly so I wouldn't get it all over myself. (I know I'm clumsy, messy, I know I'm maladroit, I know, but had thought I could walk across a driveway without getting food all over myself. I carried the pie and the Cool-Whip, so I don't know why this was necessary, but I didn't argue. There's no point arguing. People decide who you are, and that's who you are, whether you are or not.)
I left the pie in the house and walked over a block to where the lights are. The house on the corner has had theirs on for a few days now–they have, among other things, a couple of reindeer, one of which turns its head back and forth like it's trying to pick up the scent of something. Santa Claus, maybe. The other one–
I've hesitated to mention this to anyone, but this year I have to. The other one is bending over, probably in a simulated eating grass pose, but the very splay-legged stand, particularly right in front of the other reindeer, gives it a "come fuck me" look. Which, I dunno, maybe was the intention. Maybe I need to get to know my neighbors better.
And down the street, at the house with the enormous yard and all the lights, sometimes it seems like all the lights in the world, they were lit up. Shooting stars and reindeer and blue penguins and a color-changing sign that says NORTH POLE. Santa Claus on a big, old-fashioned bicycle, and a nativity scene, and another nativity scene and the gazebo is strung with lights, and the fence, and the house, and the side fence. And there are trees, trees made of lights, multi-colored lights, blue lights, red lights, green lights, white lights. There are churches and another Santa Claus, and some carolers, there are polar bears, there are angels, and there's a train that goes around a track. And there are things that I can't even identify and have to go look at in the daylight and try to remember when I go back in the dark, but it's hard because I'm dazzled by the light. Christmas-tree-light blue is my favorite color in the world.
It's sunny today, bright and cold, and tonight will be even colder, but that's all right. There will be lots of lights.
*Shane Scully