We Need A Little Christmas, Very Little
i'm just not very jazzed about the upcoming yuletide. first off, i won't bore you with the details again but i'm broke... as are many of my friends. it's hard to hear tales of shopping and celebrating when you're budgeting in minute rice as a treat.
also, i work for a big corporation. a big part of what we do is sell stuff to people. things that they don't need. things that they possibly can't afford. things that may end up being taken out of their paychecks in the form of garnishments in years to come... [oh hell, here i go again.]
but seeing the back end of that consumer seducing takes the holly jolly out of things. truly hard to think of peace on earth when you have been told that you are ruining someone's christmas because we don't have the tiki head tissue box cover in stock.
people tend to go berserk this time of year. i think that's completely natural. it's butt cold and our bodies screech to a halt and protest when we go out of doors. instead of listening to them and thanking them for their advice we keep leaving our warm houses. in fact, we're doing more socializing than the rest of the bloody year. no wonder people start looking like the business end of a q-tip towards the end of december.
my family really stinks it up at christmas. we pull out our worst behavior and parade around. my sis likes to drink like a fish and call in sick to present opening. my mom likes to skip the festivities by finding a bed in the psych ward. other relatives avoid the winter wonderland by cashing in their check. is there truly anything better than mistletoe at a funeral parlor?
so my outlook is bleak. i still believe in the spirit. i love to hog all the blankets, pop some corn and watch rudolph. i sing along with the snowman burl ives and smile. i'm not scowling at kids who get their pictures with santa. i'm not shaking my fist at the bell ringers.
i just dread this time of year because it has turned the most wonderful time into the most woeful time. i am putting a lot of effort into hoping that your holidays are different. i hope that you don't pity my cranky attitude and only see it for what it is... i'm a kid who isn't getting what they want for christmas. unless that flux capacitor really does kick out the jams and send me back in time, i'm going to be a 26 year old for christmas.
and well, that stinks.
stop picturing me in a version of the christmas carol and go and take my new quiz instead.
