She's Making a List, Checking It Twice

Here we are: Christmas Eve. Last night, I said goodnight to my mother and little brother, and tucked myself away in my room to write a brilliant, brilliant blog that will change people's lives and fill them with so much HOLIDAY JOY that they are brimming over, totally absolutely uncomfortably engorged with the LOVING SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS.

But I got distracted.

"Are you going to bed?" my mother asked, as I headed to my room.
"Nope, I've got to blog," I said.
"I worry about your blog now that you're home," she said, "because you blog about what happens here."
"That's what this blog is, duh," I said. "It's about boring stuff that happens wherever I am at."
"Yeah. Like me cleaning up the cat puke."
"Okay, I'll be careful blogging about what happens here."
(And now I'm blogging about her! Again! Merry Christmas, Mom!)

Then, my little brother came in.
"What are you doing with your evening?" he asked.
"Huh?" I said. I squinted up at the clock. "Isn't the evening over?"
"It's only eleven. I'm going to watch a movie," he said.
"I can't," I said, "I've got to blog."
"Oh-ho," he said, as he headed downstairs. Then, cryptically, "The world is not safe!"
(What does that mean?)

I don't want this blog to scare my family! Or the world! (It wouldn't scare the world--at a generous estimate, there are about twelve people tuning in.) This is a happy blog! I want to reveal embarrassing things that I do, my neuroses, and also write about just how stupidly lucky I am to be surrounded by the people who surround me. This blog comes from a place of love. From a place of Christmas.

So, I slept on it for a night, wondering what to write about if not my family and my friends, and well, I have to write about them. They are my entertainment, my best material, and also, my greatest Christmas blessing. I'm going to have to paint my blog with them, and they'll have to accept their newfound publicity in the spirit with which I intended it: that's right--L-O-V-E.

Still, in honor of the holiday, I'm granting them a Christmas pardon, and instead of writing about how one brother smashed up his face in a fight at McDonald's (he won, he says), or how the other brother sent me out into the shopping mall, into the depths of hell, to do his shopping for him and will probably not pay me back (because I'll forget, I always forget), or the fact that my mother is cleaning up another pukey cat spot somewhere else in the house, I'm just going to write that I love them totally and without limits.

I'm also filled with Christmas warmth, and also just a pinch of Christmas shock, at you who have been reading this blog. Whoever you are, and however you got roped in, thank you for indulging me. It's a wack-a-doo experiment, and I like it. Most of you are my friends who are eerily, fantastically supportive and even though such loyalty leaves me scratching my head, I know better than to question that kind of luck. Santa would most definitely mark you down as "Nice."

I've become a little bit obsessed, lately, with uploading YouTube videos. So, here is your Christmas gift: a little Blog-Your-Own-Adventure. If you want to hear/see a classic Italian Christmas song about a donkey, Select Video A (I think you do want to hear/see). If you want to hear/see Jon Bon Jovi being dreamy, but not very Santa-like, Select Video B (this one's for the lonely hearts out there. Christmas is for us, too!). If you've been naughty this year, then Select Video C.

Christmas Video A (thanks to J.Lit for the recommend!):




Christmas Video B (thanks to Jon Bon for being dreamy):



Christmas Video C (this will turn you nice, I promise):



If you've been nice this year, keep it up, you Cherub! And if you've been a little naughty, I've still got much love for you--being good isn't easy. Now, go hug some people and eat some motherf-ing chocolate.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good blog!

Love and Christmas,
Kendall