The twenty second of this month, we went to see Trans-Siberian
Orchestra in concert. This is nothing out of the ordinary for us. We go every
year. This yearâ??s concert was awesome. The best show Iâ??ve seen. After the show
we went to Dennyâ??s and had dinner. We drove home, both of us falling asleep,
and went to bed. Itâ??s amazing we got home in one piece.

Yesterday, I had to work. Five hours on the second busiest
day of the year. The storeâ??s general manager handed us (the deli) the
responsibility of cleaning up after the storeâ??s Christmas party. You havenâ??t
seen three woman as mad as we were. K and I hadnâ??t even so much as made a glass
of ginger ale and it was our responsibility to clean up after the pigs
that are our coworkers? As if we didnâ??t have enough to do? We got out ten
minutes late. If it werenâ??t for the fact that we all wanted to be home with our
loved ones, we would have stretched closing till 8pm.

People think itâ??s weird that we celebrate Christmas at all. Weâ??re
not Christian. As a matter of fact, weâ??re Pagan. We should be celebrating Yule!
Thing is, we were both raised with Christmas and before we got together we both
raised our children with Christmas. More the Santa version than the Christian
version. Itâ??s really not fair to take that from them now. And even if it were,
I donâ??t wanna!

I havenâ??t really felt much like blogging lately. Maybe it's the holidays? Maybe it's that for the first time since October I have three days in a row alone with Master? Who knows. In any case, Iâ??ll probably be back to my normal self after
the holidays. I always get freaky around Christmas. Anxious and depressed.
Worried that Master wonâ??t like what I got Him, mostly.

Growing up, Christmas wasnâ??t always a good scene. The only
time I ever got as much or more as my sister (cost-wise or quantity/quality-wise)
was when we went to visit relatives in Texas.
My grandparents and Aunt P always felt obligated to make up for what they knew
my parents wouldnâ??t buy.

Itâ??s no different now. My parents have always gone out of
their way to avoid being here for the holidaysâ?¦ even though they like Master a
lot. My motherâ??s at my sisterâ??s house for Christmas. Sheâ??s farther away from
them than I am. Itâ??s never been a secret that sheâ??s the favorite. I just always
wished occasionally theyâ??d attempt to not make me feel so icky about it.

It doesnâ??t matter much anymore anyway. I have my own family
and Iâ??m happy here. The emptiness that Christmas always left inside growing up
is filled now. When Christmas comes and goes, I know that I am someoneâ??s
favorite. Even if I am just a slave. Even if I can be a royal cunt sometimes. Iâ??m
still His favorite at the turning of the year. That means more than anyone can
imagine.

Eggnog anyone?!

Merry Christmas, everyone!