Evangeline’s Holiday Tag

This actually wasn’t a tag. But when I read Evangeline’s post… I couldn’t resist. Not to mention that she has legitimately the most gorgeous header I have ever seen in my mortal life. So I rudely stole the questions she asked herself and am now asking them of myself. You’re welcome, world.

You are headed to a Christmas cookie party, but as a cookie. What are you?

I agree with Evangeline that the chances of being eaten are dangerously high here. Shouldn’t I try to make myself the most disgusting kind of cookie imaginable to turn potential devourers off?

And how should I know what kind of cookie I am most like? Google asks the most difficult questions…

I would be an adorable, plump little chocolate chip cookie. But I’m made out of plastic and totally not edible, so please don’t try to eat me. Please?

Talk about finding out Santa wasn’t real. How did it happen? What did you feel?

I never believed in Santa. My parents didn’t encourage it, I suppose.

But… I wanted to believe. I tried to persuade myself that Santa was real on a number of occasions. It never worked.

I also told my little brother terribly convincing stories in the hopes that, even if I could not bring myself to belief, that he could enjoy what I had so devastatingly missed out on. I don’t think it worked?

Share a tradition you want to start in your own home one day.

I have always thought that it would be fascinating to choose a different culture each year to learn about and “do Christmas” the way that they would do it. Or somehow integrate several different cultures into every Christmas. Jewish Christmas traditions are particularly beautiful.

The most dreadful part of the holidays is…

Crowds. Whatever possesses humans to gather in such large quantities and increase my chances of brushing up against them?

Don’t they realize that is scary?

Give This, Not That gift guide

Just give everyone books. Particularly me.

Books are simply far more exciting gifts than gift cards, or clothing, or cars.

I find no greater pleasure than buying my eight-year-old nephew – a budding bookworm – the next book in The Boxcar Kids series. After one birthday he told me, “The best thing is books!”

I beamed upon him and thought, “I have taught you well, my son.”

If you were Santa, what would you want to find on the plate awaiting you at the bottom of the chimney?

First off, the plate is not at the bottom of the chimney. That is ridiculous.

And I would appreciate cheesecake. Chocolate cheesecake. And hot chocolate. And I would like it to be hot. With marshmallows. And whipped cream.

That’s all.

What holiday decor do you collect without apology?

Ornaments.

I have a snowman-key, and a snowman-chef, and a regular snowman, and a glass angel, and a Precious Moment ballerina who has lost both arms, and a popsicle-stick snowflake…

What books are on your literary Christmas list this year?

Sadly, none. I have run out of shelf space. And I possess the appalling trait of practicality that insists that I must not expand my collection any more until I have a place of my own to junk up.

Are we still friends?

If your year was going to be encapsulated in a snow globe, what would be included inside?

Deep question, Google.

Um. A fat stack of paper, for NaNo. Some smiley faces to represent the lovely friends I have made. Probably a dirty plate to represent all the dishes I have washed this year.

Speaking of dishes…

That’s all for now, folks! But, tell me – what are some of your favorite Christmas tree ornaments? What would your snowglobe look like? What is your favorite Christmas carol? What culture most influences the way you celebrate Christmas? What kind of Christmas cookie would you be (I promise not to eat you, if that helps)?

I almost forgot! This is a tag! I want to see every one of you do it! Immediately!

 

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4 thoughts on “Evangeline’s Holiday Tag”

  1. Haha. Yes. Very clever. Be a plastic cookie and then no one will eat you. Good thinking. 😉

    We never believed in Santa either. It’s funny how you tried to make you brother believe in him, though. We were kind of the opposite ourselves. We tried to make other kids not believe, because you know…we were the smart ones and everyone ought to know it. Haha. (We could be a little bratty sometimes. ;))

    “And I possess the appalling trait of practicality that insists that I must not expand my collection any more until I have a place of my own to junk up.” Oh dear. How tragic. 😛 Actually, though, I’m very much agreed with you on this one. One must have a place to put things.

    This was a really fun post, Kate! Your answers were great. 😀

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  2. Seeing the younger generation develop bibliophily is a beautiful thing, indeed 🙂 (Fun fact: I just tried to type in ‘bibliophilia’ and it gave me the red squiggle of grammatical death underneath it, so I checked in the dictionary, and since when has the concept noun form of ‘bibliophile’ been ‘bibliophily’?!)

    I thoroughly enjoyed reading this, friend! 😀

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    1. BAHAHAHA!!! “The red squiggle of grammatical death” = THE PERFECT DESCRIPTION EVER PROBABLY!!! I hate that thing so much…

      WHO KNEW??? (Certainly not me!)

      Aw, thank you!

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