well, that’s over. one more night of hell (new year’s eve) to get through and this interminable holiday season will be over.
it wasn’t so bad. batering for candy was fun.
“i got a nestle caramel treasure here, what’ll you give me for it?”
“i got three rolos.”
“i’ll give you two butterfinger bells.”
“how about a krackle?”
“deal.”
the rest was barely tolerable. all of us overfed, overtired, and sorta bored– everyone needing a nap and some alone-time. which, of course, makes me sound like the most ungrateful of wenches, but such is life, and i’m drunk.
merry christmas to me.
it’s getting to be that i don’t know anyone under the age of 12 who likes christmas anymore. is it the commercialization? the secular-nature of the holiday? the pressue to buy the perfect gift? the forced-jovialness of it all? i can’t figure it out, i just know that it’s really not fun anymore. at all. it’s work, and it makes me so very, very tired.
It’s all the above. Not to mention that you have to feign interest in conversations with people you only see like once a year or less. It’s whole lot of silliness. Maybe in a society where people are really into their communities it might be nice. But here it’s just an excuse to buy (more) stuff.
i love xmas, but for none of the above.