The Grinch

It is common knowledge that I completely abhor the holiday’s. It is something that has always been a natural hate for me; one I did not have to work at. It was not until recent years that I have realized I could seriously do without the month of December. 

You might say I am Ebenezer Scrooge, or the Grinch (except I do not steal presents). It is not that I hate the jolly old fat man, or the cheerfulness that the holiday’s give some people. It is that people put too much stress on themselves and have an image of what the holiday should be. 

Maybe I am alone in this, but I think it should be a time of appreciation and reconnecting with those you have lost touch with over the year. I love Thanksgiving because that is usually the one day that people make time for each other and there is no expectation of more. If only December could be like that, then it would be fun. I am not one to rush out and fight the masses, or even go all out in giving everyone I know a gift of some kind, but too many people who “love” Christmas are depressing to talk to during the holiday’s.  Good lord, no wonder people go into debt at the end of the year. 

If you are wondering, I was not a big fan of Christmas, even as a kid. I remember looking forward to helping Mom with the tree and then by the time I was 13, I was doing it by myself. It kind of took the fun out of it, but she wanted it up and so did my twin. Dad, however, could have done without but always went along to make the rest of us happy.. until he did not. I might be a little more like him in that regard. 

At any rate, I have a tree this year. Happy fucking holiday’s! No, it is not a Charlie Brown Christmas tree, although, I was tempted to pick the smallest twig in the forest of pine trees, I did not. 

Are you a Grinch, or more like a Merrymaker? You know, someone who LOVES the holiday’s.