Oh, cry me a river...

It's Christmas time again. I haven't even taken down my Halloween decorations yet. I'm thinking perhaps I'll leave the bloody hand prints on the front window and just add a sign that says "Santa Beware!" But as John frequently reminds me while decorating I have little kids next door and across the street that I might not want to scare and parents I might not want to offend.

I hate Christmas… no, it's not the lights or the "Christmas spirit" that bothers me. It's the commercialism, the decorations before Halloween, the shopping, the screaming, the greediness, the cleaning, the food, the parties, the traffic, the anger it all brings up, and my pure disgust for human kind. I hate this season. I hate buying gifts for others when I hardly have money to pay my own bills and the pure distain that is handed to you when you don't buy gifts for others.

I hate Christmas parties that you're expected to go to and be happy about even when the extended family doesn't talk to each other anymore and we just do it for grandma's sake. And at those same family parties where you do a gift exchange and all you get is a crappy candy bar or something someone else didn't want in the first place. UGH!

Why do we even bother. "Ba Humbug!" I say. I think I'll stick with my dad's sentiment and cancel Christmas this year, and every year hence forth. Add to that the idea of having to purchase another new car this year and adding a car registration to the holiday woes. This does not make my season bright.

It's probably a good thing that I married who I did. He loves Christmas. He is one of those kids that still wakes up at 2 am Christmas morning asking if it's time to get up yet, when I'd rather sleep in until noon and maybe open presents later after I've had breakfast. Maybe somewhere along our marriage it will rub off on me and I'll like this holiday, maybe when I have my own kids… who knows.

Needless to say I was already angry about the car accident, but now throwing Christmas on top of it all hasn't made me an exuberantly sunshiny person to be around. I am the Grinch Who Stole Christmas but with me no amount of singing Who's are going to warm my frozen heart.