So it is that time on a Thursday when I want to make a blog post and go to bed. Yes, I have an early bedtime. I get up early and I am old. Additionally, I have insomnia, so time spent in bed does not equal time asleep.
Ooh, that brings up something I may have written about here but is often on my mind this time of year. According to song, Santa Claus is not reasonable in his requirements for the Nice List. Case in point: “He knows when you’re awake.”
I have always been awake for some portion of the night, from when I was a very small child through now. I wanted to sleep, but I could not. Is this a reason for Santa Claus to withhold presents? I feel this is unfair.
And while we’re on the subject, “You better not cry.” Say what? What if I got hurt? What if someone was really mean to me (quite a common occurrence in my elementary school)? Am I to be penalized for expressing my feelings? Apparently so.
I must say, one of the delights of being older is that I no longer particularly want Christmas presents. Oh, I am grateful for the ones I get, and I admit to some slight frisson of ill-use if I do not get one from someone I gave a present to (I try so hard not to be a quid pro quo capitalist about these things, but I am only human). But in general, I am fine with getting nothing.
Where was I going with this? I confess, I do not know. But I see I am over 250 words, so I hope this is acceptable for a Non-Sequitur Thursday post. We’ll see what Lame Post Friday will bring.