I'm going to be a cynic this Christmas
Lovely season. I don't feel like embracing it this year. Last year, we had to take down the tree because Mom kept squeezing the glass bulbs we decorate with, and leaving it turned on beyond the 6-hour max for a fiber optics tree.
I'm paranoid I might get laid off, my Infiniti is on the 'good-bye' list because there's too many Little Things that are screaming for repair, and I can't think of what to get my dearly beloved Grandmom for Christmas.
Everyone else is covered. But not Grandmom. ARGH!
Plus I have to ship a present to NY state and I keep forgetting to do that... oh, yeah, Deb, I found a present from last year I forgot to send with the pile, and I'm sending it with the stuff now.
My brother as always grumbles and complains about the holiday. He'd rather it not exist at all. This much concentrated good will getting shoved in his face just turns him bitter and nasty and spiteful. He's not a chipper person, people. Trying to perk him up so he is doesn't work. It just means I have to deal with a surly bastard at home.
Plus there's who's missing this year. Happy as I am with our new dog, I keep looking for Bucky, and there's a massive hollow space in the house from Mom, and that's not helping.
So yeah, this Christmas? I'm sitting out. As it gets closer day by day, it hurts more and more. I don't want to see the happy stuff and have it tainted with decorating when I hurt like this. It'll just make me resent the holiday, and I'd rather hurt and have an empty Christmas one year than resent it. Christmas is a season for joy, for family. We're missing a crucial piece to ours. This year, officially, sucks. I'm taking vacation the week of the New Year, excepting only that Friday, and I plan on getting royally smashed New Years Eve. I need it this year. I want to drink 2008 out of existence.
2008? You suck!
I'm paranoid I might get laid off, my Infiniti is on the 'good-bye' list because there's too many Little Things that are screaming for repair, and I can't think of what to get my dearly beloved Grandmom for Christmas.
Everyone else is covered. But not Grandmom. ARGH!
Plus I have to ship a present to NY state and I keep forgetting to do that... oh, yeah, Deb, I found a present from last year I forgot to send with the pile, and I'm sending it with the stuff now.
My brother as always grumbles and complains about the holiday. He'd rather it not exist at all. This much concentrated good will getting shoved in his face just turns him bitter and nasty and spiteful. He's not a chipper person, people. Trying to perk him up so he is doesn't work. It just means I have to deal with a surly bastard at home.
Plus there's who's missing this year. Happy as I am with our new dog, I keep looking for Bucky, and there's a massive hollow space in the house from Mom, and that's not helping.
So yeah, this Christmas? I'm sitting out. As it gets closer day by day, it hurts more and more. I don't want to see the happy stuff and have it tainted with decorating when I hurt like this. It'll just make me resent the holiday, and I'd rather hurt and have an empty Christmas one year than resent it. Christmas is a season for joy, for family. We're missing a crucial piece to ours. This year, officially, sucks. I'm taking vacation the week of the New Year, excepting only that Friday, and I plan on getting royally smashed New Years Eve. I need it this year. I want to drink 2008 out of existence.
2008? You suck!