I’m just not feeling it.
It dawned on me today that it’s only three weeks away.
And all I feel is sick of it.
Especially since Thanksgiving this year basically became Black Friday Eve.
Now, I’m not a particularly religious person. But, sweet baby Jesus, why don’t we just stop pretending that Christmas really has much to do with the birth of Christ anymore.
Or better yet, return Christmas to a one-day celebration of his birth, and call the four weeks between it and Thanksgiving something else.
Maybe Capitalmas. Or Retailfest.
Or how about Cashover?
As in “hand your cash over.”
One of my favorite things about the holiday has always been the tree.
From picking it out to chopping it down to decorating it.
So, on Saturday, The Attorney and I went to a farm to cut one for my house.1
We left empty-handed.
Because I just felt so aggravated by it all.
I’m not a Scrooge. I’m not looking at Christmas as just another day.
Actually I see it as a special day.
But, one that has lost all it’s specialness.
Because the day has become a month.
So, I’ve decided I not going to even acknowledge it until around the 18th.
No tree. No rum cakes. No shopping.
Because the rest of December are just any other day.
At least, that’s how I feel.
The one at his house is so tall that he goes artificial. Plus, live needles send his OCD through the roof. ↩