Red, green, and ugh, just stop
The Christmas trees and decor came out very early this year, sometime before Halloween. Matt and I walked into Lowes a few weeks back looking for a wrench and some light bulbs and low and behold, sparkly red and green ornaments were everywhere.
I rolled my eyes and blocked the nauseating holiday cheer out of my eye sight.
With each passing year, I get more and more disgusted with Christmas. The lights, the music, the incessant BUY! BUY! BUY! make me want to hide out in the woods until it’s all over.
I used to spend Christmas with my parents, but after getting married, things changed. As they always do. I know couples here split their holiday time between Thanksgiving and Christmas. We don’t really do that because my family is in Lebanon and a ticket there for one person costs a minimum of $1500, if not more. Especially around the holidays (actually around the holidays it’s upwards of $2000+ per person).
So you see, I haven’t spent Christmas with my parents – the way we always have with dinner, mass, and giving thanks – for a while now.
I don’t care about the presents. I don’t care about the tree or the decorations. I care even less for Christmas music. In fact, it makes me want to rip my ears off. If anything, the first two Die Hard movies are my type of holiday movie.
Also Scrooged with Bill Murray. I love that movie.
I’m not even religious much anymore.
I really do wish it would go away. That’s how much I dislike it.
Life isn’t about presents or who gets the shiniest toy. It’s about the choices we make and how we spend it with the people in our lives. Each and every day. Not only once out of the year. Every. Single. Day.