christmas and hobos.

Christmas:

although, i don't celebrate it.
i love it all.
the fake trees.
the corporate gimmicks.
the long lines, and wait on Christmas eve.
the carols.
the parties.
the cheer.
the mood.
the lights.
the Christmas assembly [quite a show, it was]
I love Santa too, that fat jolly white man.
The frenzy of it all, is quite amazing.
but that of course, i say as an outsider.
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Ottawa:

Just got back home.
I believe i will be living in Ottawa in about 1.5 yrs.
my dad works there currently, so we take a few trips.
there was a lot more snow there. on either side of the sidewalks there was a wall of snow.
it was quite like walking in a winter wonderland.

last night i went to the hospital my dad works at.
hospitals are quite a scary place. I don't like the smell.
BUT, none the less I ran around like crazy.
then "chilled" in the staff room and stole the Christmas chocolates.
there is a news store in the hospital, it had newspapers from like EVERYWHERE.
one of them had a sub-label "the leading newspaper for people over 50."
it made me laugh.
I am sure it advertised Viagra.

I wouldn't mind living in Ottawa.

There is a hobo that "works" on a certain street, three days a week.
Or so my dad said.
I am hoping, if i go there in summer, I can befriend him.
[consider that one of my summer goals]
hopefully he doesn't take vacations.


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So yesterday Oscar Peterson died.
Didn't really know who he was. Never knew he was a pianist.
I am sure he was a good man.
May his soul rest in peace.

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p.s. Merry Christmas.