December 24, 2007
Christmas eve has come again, as we all knew it would, and rather quickly I would say. I never really got into the Christmas spirit. I feel I had it thrust upon me in a rather forceful manner. Most of my Christmas shopping was done in Hong Kong or Vietnam, and by withholding souvenirs purchased for family members for a month I was able to avoid purchasing things I couldn’t afford anyway.
Yes, I did get a “holiday job” at a department store. I lasted two weeks. The constant crooning of Bing Crosby and Elvis’s unending Blue Christmas pounded into my ears for 6-hour jags and I found myself humming those tunes long after I was off my feet and in a bottle. Why did I quit? Many reasons; among others- they wanted me to work a 9-hour shift on my birthday. I asked for it off and they laughed saying, “That’s the busiest returns day of the year. Everyone works that day.” Well sister, I don’t work that day.
Now the seasons is in it’s thick and raging like a perfect storm, swirling about in a hurricane of peppermint scented hailstones and acid rain. With each liquor clouded evening comes another old friend or family member. This is the first time in a year or more that all of my brothers have been able to come together, and the week has been a great time. Of course, I am writing this hung over and mottled in my chair, feeling the urge to share some Christmas joy with those I cannot be with right now.
My brothers and I grew beards for Christmas, as a surprise and a joke on my parents, because neither of my younger brothers has ever grown theirs out. We make quite the team traipsing across the mall, hirsute and derelict, pushing a baby stroller and looking for trouble. Devon’s came in quite nicely, bushy and reddish. Perhaps the salt air of the Gulf of Mexico has something to do with it. Charles’s is certainly the most interesting. His chin and neck grew in, bleach blonde and sparse under his dark mustache and chops. Fed up with the scraggly appearance and itchy feeling, he shaved it into a rather perfect chopstache and looks more like a civil war soldier than a ROTC cadet.
Devon trimmed his before a family portrait could be taken and while I’m disappointed we didn’t get to capture the moment in history when all four Gaudet boys had full beards, I can’t blame him for his actions. He had been threatening it for days.
Yesterday we went to the shooting range and spent a few hours there, testing our skills with small arms. I suck. Granted it's an outdoor range and there was snow on the ground, but honestly it was fifty degrees out and I am just not that good. Don't get me wrong, I hit the target, I guess I'm glad it wasn't running. My brothers have better luck or perhaps skill. I won't say I did better with the rifles, but considering we were on a hundred yard range, I did pretty damn well for what I was shooting at. I was just psyched I hit the target from that far away.
So now it’s Christmas Eve and I have gifts for almost everyone. Looks like I’ll be paying my mother for one of those she bought for the person in question. Those souvenirs only take you so far I guess. What I feel worse about is that I had no idea what to ask for and my family has been asking me for about a month now to keep an eye out or let them know. I don’t have a home. Most of my stuff is in a storage unit I can’t afford to pay myself and I’m pretty much without job prospects right now. I have no place to put anything new, so pretty much??? I have no idea. I’d like a job for Christmas, maybe an apartment. Perhaps some new direction in life, some kind of good balance… So I guess, I’m getting money and maybe some DVDs. Which is great! I just hope they didn’t have too much of a hard time figuring out what to get me.
Oh shit, then my birthday is the day after. That’s right, so they had to try and find two things for me. They’re really not bastards and say, “Oh this is for both,” so I’m just making things difficult all over.
Anyway, it’s almost noon and time to go to my grandparents, so I will wrap this up by saying Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all my friends and constituents out there. And a happy birthday to me. And many more…
Cheers and good wishes,