Hi Darling Ones,
Nobody in my family will let me cancel Christmas. I even offered to postpone it until we can all be together, but Nooooo. We must go on with the gifts and ham even though most of us won’t be here.
My mom came over for her annual Chinese food and online shopping event. Except when she was eating at the other side of the dining room table from me, she wore her mask the entire time she was here, “just to be safe.” She had cataracts removed last week and she didn’t want to take a chance on me getting the covid.
“Christmas is going to suck and I’m going to hate it,” I said over my orange chicken.
“I know,” she said. “But you still need Christmas presents.”
“No, I don’t,” I said like a petulant brat. “I just want to go to bed tonight and wake up on inauguration day.”
She ignored me and bought gifts for my sibs and nibs. It sucked and I hated it. I was such a brat that I didn’t even spend all my allotted Christmas money. I was such a brat that I decided the sadness record I bought earlier this week would count as one of my gifts.
“You still have $60,” she said as I was readying to checkout.
“Can I just not?” I asked.
“I’ll veemo it to you and you can buy something when you think of it,” she said. She loves the Veemo and no matter how many times we tell her it’s Venmo she doesn’t get it right.
I don’t want to do this. I want all Christmas or no Christmas. If I can’t have Christmas Eve Eve and Sister #2’s birthday and a Very St. Martin Christmas and Boxing Day Lunch and Rock & Roll Bookclub Dirty Santa, what is even the point? And as I typed that I realized I’m not even gonna get the one night a year I get drunk (Dirty Santa night). BahFUCKINGHumbug.
Everything sucks and I hate it.