How liberating...
Not to be able to celebrate xmas...not even calling it christmas.
No tree to put up, no tree mess
no decorations to put away
No wrapping paper to buy, use or discard
No food to purchase, cook or clean up
No gift worries...no gifts
No cards to schlep to the Post Office
Bitter...yeah a little. I typically like christmas a lot. Its hard hearing the songs being shoved down your throat...and everyone asking "So, are you ready for the holiday?" I dont wanna poop on their parade, but I dont wanna play along either. So yeah.
Xmas is officially dead. Let the fat man sing so we can all go back to our unhappy litle grind.
I have a feeling this is the begining of the end. In more ways than one.
No tree to put up, no tree mess
no decorations to put away
No wrapping paper to buy, use or discard
No food to purchase, cook or clean up
No gift worries...no gifts
No cards to schlep to the Post Office
Bitter...yeah a little. I typically like christmas a lot. Its hard hearing the songs being shoved down your throat...and everyone asking "So, are you ready for the holiday?" I dont wanna poop on their parade, but I dont wanna play along either. So yeah.
Xmas is officially dead. Let the fat man sing so we can all go back to our unhappy litle grind.
I have a feeling this is the begining of the end. In more ways than one.