It's beginning to look a lot like Wednesday.
Ya know how they say, "It doesn't feel like Christmas?"
By they, of course, I mean you and me and pretty much everyone else.
I'm opening the store today and I had to write down the date.
Its the 17th. Christmas is 8 days away.
And frankly I couldn't care less.
I started the season (around the early part of November like the rest of the commercial world) with optimism. I was fully prepared to enjoy myself this year and get into the whole spirit of it.
But its died.
In fact, for me, it's kind of in the way this year. About the only joy I'm going to derive from it is that I have two days off in a row.
I don't know if its the economic hard times that's causing this onset or not.
I think its because I'm grown up and the grand get togethers that we used to do are a thing of the past.
We would go to my grandparents Christmas eve, hang out with all my relatives and then head home so I could get to sleep to get my presentst the next morning.
Yeah, we're still getting together and that'll be fun, but I don't know. It's lost its wonder.
According to Hollywood, this year (with no one having anything) should be about the best Christmas ever because we've put petty materialism aside and found the true meaning of Christmas. It's the poor folks that have the most amazing holidays.
Well, I'm most certainly broke.
So how come I don't care?
Maybe its the day in, day out routine of being amongst the working force. That's the most likely suspect. It turns every day into just a day.
Just another 8 hour shift. Or more, depending where you work.
Maybe its all these things.
Whatever the reason, I'm just over it. I have been for about 6 or 7 years now.
According to Hollywood, I should be getting visited by somebody to shake me out of my tedium...
Well, I hope they know where to find me.
I'm only ever in one of two places.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
By they, of course, I mean you and me and pretty much everyone else.
I'm opening the store today and I had to write down the date.
Its the 17th. Christmas is 8 days away.
And frankly I couldn't care less.
I started the season (around the early part of November like the rest of the commercial world) with optimism. I was fully prepared to enjoy myself this year and get into the whole spirit of it.
But its died.
In fact, for me, it's kind of in the way this year. About the only joy I'm going to derive from it is that I have two days off in a row.
I don't know if its the economic hard times that's causing this onset or not.
I think its because I'm grown up and the grand get togethers that we used to do are a thing of the past.
We would go to my grandparents Christmas eve, hang out with all my relatives and then head home so I could get to sleep to get my presentst the next morning.
Yeah, we're still getting together and that'll be fun, but I don't know. It's lost its wonder.
According to Hollywood, this year (with no one having anything) should be about the best Christmas ever because we've put petty materialism aside and found the true meaning of Christmas. It's the poor folks that have the most amazing holidays.
Well, I'm most certainly broke.
So how come I don't care?
Maybe its the day in, day out routine of being amongst the working force. That's the most likely suspect. It turns every day into just a day.
Just another 8 hour shift. Or more, depending where you work.
Maybe its all these things.
Whatever the reason, I'm just over it. I have been for about 6 or 7 years now.
According to Hollywood, I should be getting visited by somebody to shake me out of my tedium...
Well, I hope they know where to find me.
I'm only ever in one of two places.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!