In Canada, Boxing Day is the big sale
day. Which basically means "great" deals and a lot of crowded malls and
pushing and shoving. In other words, not my scene. My mom and my sis are big
shoppers. They can spot a deal a mile away and "shop till they drop".
Me, I'd rather be sitting in a quiet corner of the bookstore with a
coffee in one hand and a good book in the other. I hate crowds, I hate
shopping, it's just not for me.
The story of Chanukah revolves around two main points: The success of a small Jewish army over a large Assyrian one in a fight for religious freedom or, maybe more accurately, against assimilation and the miracle of the sole jar of oil found in the temple that burned not for one day in as expected but for eight during the rededication of the Jewish Temple, which was defiled by the Assyrians.
My most memorable family-related Christmas disaster came courtesy of my mother-in-law, the very first year that my husband and I were married. She flew across the country to spend the holidays with us, and then proceeded to spend the entirety of her stay reminding me that I was in no way caring for my husband adequately. The nadir of whole experience came Christmas Day, after I had spent the day slaving over a turkey dinner. I had set the table, put out the food, poured champagne into everyone’s glasses and invited my mother-in-law to toast the meal. Which she did.
Tonight we lit the third candle.After
our songs and dinner, Peanut got to pick out a present for tonight. I
was so excited when she picked this one. It had everything that she
loved. Stuff that she can build, check. Favourite characters, check. Cool box (yeah, sometimes it's all about the box), check.
I probably should not have gone out
at all since I'm still sick. However, I just couldn't take one more day
inside. I needed a change of scenery. A friend came over (thank you N!)
and helped me take Peanut out for a mini trip to the bookstore/coffee
place. Since we were both technically still sick (though Peanut really
just has the leftover cough, she certainly isn't acting sick at all), I
kept her out of the kids' section with the t-r-a-i-n-s.
I am in dire need of holiday cheer.
Peanut, H and I are still sick. I had no voice for most of the day. So
my parents came over for a quiet but lovely dinner and to help out with
Peanut. Well, things did not go as planned. They
came and we were having a great time all the way up until it was time
to light the candles. That is, of course, when the fire alarm went off.
Now, I live in a condo/townhouse, so if the alarm goes off in the condo
building (which was the case), the alarm goes off in the townhouses as