Well crap, here we go again
I’m looking at the calendar and dreading the end of October. It’s getting close to *that* time of the year again.
I’ve complained about *that* time of the year approximately 2348276872642 times so most of you, my 5 readers, know what I’m talking about.
In case you don’t, here it is simply put: I am the Humbug to everyone’s cheer, the Grinch in a sea of smiling faces, or rather the Scrooge during everyone’s Christmas.
Boy do I strongly dislike the Christmas season, which starts exactly – wait it’s already started. The fake trees are up, the red and white and multicolored decorations have vomited everywhere, and families have already amassed (or almost) all the Christmas presents.
Every year I lay awake as fall creeps in (but actually I do love fall), hoping beyond hope that somehow this will be the year that the holidays magically disappear and everyone forgets they ever existed.
But every year I’m disappointed the holidays show up yet again and I brace myself until the dead of January comes in which I can simply relish that there is absolutely zero things to gush over.
I’ll let you in on a little secret that’s really not a secret, but here it is anyway: I miss my family and spending Christmas with them. It’s just yet another year and another painful reminder that it isn’t possible anymore. More tears will flow, more anger will spill until January 1st hits.
I’ll envy all of my friends and even Matt, and all those on the interwebs that can spend those warm moments with their families over home-cooked meals, because I’ll never have that again.
So, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be holding my breath over here, waiting for this god-awful horrendous season to pass through once again.
(On the plus side, I upgraded my Hulu subscription to No Ads, which means NO HOLIDAY/CHRISTMAS COMMERCIALS!!! Hey, I can find joy in something.)