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Christmas Shopping
December 12th, 2007 (11:37 pm)
current mood: festive
current song: Santa Claus Is Coming To Town
current mood: festive
current song: Santa Claus Is Coming To Town
With the recent detatchment from my family Christmas shopping this year is blissfully light, still it has to be done and no sense in waiting until the last minute. As always, where the normal shops fail miserably, the Christmas market provides that Yuletide feeling. Wrapped up warm in my calf-length winter coat, matching earmuffs, gloves and scarf, I make my way between the stalls enjoying the atmosphere. Stalls selling gifts, craft goods, hot food and drink.
Although it isn't late, it's winter and darkness comes quickly. This just adds to the affect however, with christmas lights strung across the street, between each lamppost. I consider the people I want to get gifts for, stopping to buy freshly made crepes filled with chocolate spread and a mug of hot cocoa.
The twins are easy. One of the stalls sell muggle games, incluing variety boxes of practical jokes. I buy one each, making sure each box has different contents to the other. For pureblood wizards, even blood-tolerant ones, they're terribly curious about the muggle world, and considering their love of practical jokes, a muggle joke selection will be perfect for them. Bill is a little more difficult to buy for, but coming across a stall selling various alcohols I settle on a selection of whiskey miniatures and a tumbler with his name hand-engraved on the side.
Each item I discreetly shrink and bubble protect the glass to prevent breakage before slipping it into my bag. Next I stop to purchase cards and wrapping paper. This has to be one of my favourite parts of Christmas. Seeing a book on muggle sports I remember Alisdair's obsession and decide I've found the perfect gift for my favourite Magpie, and the only one I intend buying a gift for.
The final gift is for my Landlady. She's very difficult to buy for. Despite being elderly she's not the typical old lady. Maybe it's odd buying something for a landlady, or landlord, but Maggie is as good as family...or better in my case. One thing I do know if I can find something suitable, Maggie loves cats, much like myself. She was delighted to hear I was getting a 'kitten'.
A few stalls later I see the perfect gift once again. This is definately why I prefer the Christmas market to street stores. I purchase the cat shaped series of hand-painted Russian dolls, a sequence of 6 wooden carved cats increasing in size until each fits into the next size up. Maggie loves cats, and she loves models and things.
Deciding I'm done for the shopping part I head home quickly, feeling the growing need to get into the warm. Tonight I think I will make hot chocolate, put my christmas cds on, and write the cards, possibly wrap the presents as well before arranging for the Owl Post to deliver them in time for Christmas. I know Quaffle will sulk, but it would spoil the surprise of who the gift was from if it was delivered by a known owl. Besides, the box of owl treats I bought for him should stop the sulks.
The twins are easy. One of the stalls sell muggle games, incluing variety boxes of practical jokes. I buy one each, making sure each box has different contents to the other. For pureblood wizards, even blood-tolerant ones, they're terribly curious about the muggle world, and considering their love of practical jokes, a muggle joke selection will be perfect for them. Bill is a little more difficult to buy for, but coming across a stall selling various alcohols I settle on a selection of whiskey miniatures and a tumbler with his name hand-engraved on the side.
Each item I discreetly shrink and bubble protect the glass to prevent breakage before slipping it into my bag. Next I stop to purchase cards and wrapping paper. This has to be one of my favourite parts of Christmas. Seeing a book on muggle sports I remember Alisdair's obsession and decide I've found the perfect gift for my favourite Magpie, and the only one I intend buying a gift for.
The final gift is for my Landlady. She's very difficult to buy for. Despite being elderly she's not the typical old lady. Maybe it's odd buying something for a landlady, or landlord, but Maggie is as good as family...or better in my case. One thing I do know if I can find something suitable, Maggie loves cats, much like myself. She was delighted to hear I was getting a 'kitten'.
A few stalls later I see the perfect gift once again. This is definately why I prefer the Christmas market to street stores. I purchase the cat shaped series of hand-painted Russian dolls, a sequence of 6 wooden carved cats increasing in size until each fits into the next size up. Maggie loves cats, and she loves models and things.
Deciding I'm done for the shopping part I head home quickly, feeling the growing need to get into the warm. Tonight I think I will make hot chocolate, put my christmas cds on, and write the cards, possibly wrap the presents as well before arranging for the Owl Post to deliver them in time for Christmas. I know Quaffle will sulk, but it would spoil the surprise of who the gift was from if it was delivered by a known owl. Besides, the box of owl treats I bought for him should stop the sulks.
