And thusly, we begin another round of Holidailies. Posting every day for a month. Enjoy. Or whatever.
My name is Ginny, and I am a Christmas hater.
It wasn’t always that way. I remember liking Christmas, when I was a kid.
But the years went on. And things got complicated. And I got complicated.
Until finally, Christmas just made me sad and empty.
I have two kids, for whom I try not to ruin things like Christmas.
But it was getting really hard.
This year has been crazy rough. Financial issues that I thought would end me. Half my family moved thousands of miles away. Job loss. Separation.
If ever there was a year to sink into cynicism, boy howdy, this’d be it.
Which is why I cannot BELIEVE what my instincts are telling me this year. But every bone in my body, every fiber of my being – wants to buy into it, this year.
I want to eat the food and watch the specials and drink the eggnog (oh fuck, do I want to drink the eggnog) and go the the Christmas concerts and listen to the cheesy ass carols and just generally wallow in all that is traditional and gaudy and shiny about this time of year.
I can’t deny the appeal of this, and it will always hold a special place in my wizened heart:
But this year….
Hey, I’m as shocked as you.