The True Meaning Of Christmas
I'll be honest.
I thought that this Christmas was going to be a total bust.
Anybody who knows me,
knwos that i am a GRINCH.
To say the least,
my past holiday experiences have been less than.. jolly.
I'll skip the griping and re-hashing of it:
[fucking little brother that get's Xbox's, Digital Cameras, PS2's, while I get nothing.]
An focus on the current status of this Holiday Season.
This afternoon I was invited to go to the Theater with Mr.MUSE.. and his mother.
Normally I would be absoutely horrified at the mere idea of meeting someone so close to him;
someone that is so important in his life,
But not only have i heard nothing but fantastic things about her,
but i knew that if she was anything like her son,
it wouldn't even be an issue.
She was. And it wasn't.
I had a wonderful time at DCPA, and the show was amazing,
To put it bluntly:
It was the perfect begining of the best Christmas I've ever/will ever have.
As we were walking out of DCPA,
The most amazing thing started to happen:
huge, wet snowflakes filled the air,
and they were ever-so-gently landing on the ground,
providing a fresh, clean layer of white,
to cover the then-brown snow.
It was just.. Perfection.
Mr.MUSE walked me to my door,
kissed me,
and left.
When I got up to my apartment,
i found the PERFECTLY wrapped gift,
with a note, from Eric.
[that boy has no idea how much I care about him, and miss him. He really does take care of me when i have no where to go, feeds me when i'm hungry, and the best part is, is that when i'm down, he doesn't try and make me laugh, we just watch Sex and the City, and eat ice cream, and gummy worms.]
Inside the box was the most festive gift i recieved:
A pair of red breifs from American Apparel.
I laughed,
stuck 'em in my bag,
and headed out to go to Boulder.
I decided not to listen to my iPod while walking there,
because the soft muffled noise of the city was just too suiting.
I strolled down 16th,
and just felt the huge flakes of snow land politely an my head.
When I reached the station,
I pulled out my money to give to the bus driver,
and he smiled at me,
and put his hand over the meter.
I grinned and wished him a Merry Christmas,
and hopped into my favorite seat:
Half way back, next to the window.
I turned on my iPod,
and watched my new world blend into my old one.
I arrived in Louisville about a half hour later,
and waited for Angel to get off of work.
[it took two hours]
but it was worth it,
because i haven't seen him in SO long.
I ran in and gave him the biggest hug.
It was so refreshing.
To hug someone that meant something to me.
It just feels so honest.
We went back to his apartment,
and his dad had chili made for us.
We ate,
laughed,
watched the stupidest movie ever,
smoked,
talked,
laughed..
It's funny the little things that you take for granted in like.
When i lived at Trinity [the Louisville Townhouse]
I got those things everyday.
..it's funny that the thing that makes my Christmas so wonderful,
are just the little common joys that make every normal day worth it.
It feels good to genuinely smile.
I've needed that.
[♥]
Matty B.