The Process of Regifting
nothing and everything by Dorothy-June Fraser

So, the holidays are here, and winding down, everyone's belly out and properly uncomfortable. And we'll go in for the second round today.
Since Vancouverites don't really know too much snowy magic, it seems as though we're missing out on a lot that is quintessentially Canadian. Of course, I also hate snow and would probably not enjoy it in any real way; I want the concept. The happiness that the holidays seem to bring to those out in smaller, "old-tymier" places; carolers, piles and piles of gifts and chocolate, those little cracker things that never work.
Oh, hold on. No, I don't.
I really don't need an animatronic Santa. And while I do miss the cold, stinging air of Calgary in December, it is all the better that I don't have to go crazy and put up huge inflatable Santas and teddy bears (yes, the house on 12th and Nanaimo-ish).
Xmas has come, pillaging once again. Piles and piles of wrapping paper are being tossed unceremoniously into alleys, behind armchairs, wherever. It is now the purge.
As I sit in my living room listening to some compact discs, I am reminded of simpler times…blah blah blah.
Let's get back to doing things not hungover, no more turkey…except those leftovers.

Please, be good and take care on New Year's Eve. Seriously. I will-
I promise.
You be good, too. Nothing like the holidays to ruin a good year ahead, or behind...