This week’s Saturday Morning/Evening re-run. I’m happy to say that the Christmas season is not quite as bleak in 2018 as it was five years ago when I first wrote this. Whether that change is due to a genuine change of heart or just fatigue I have no clue, all I know is that things are different now… different and better.
Have I already mentioned that I hate Christmas?
My enmity to this time of year has little to do with the actual day but rather the personal history that surrounds it. Name a personal disaster or heartbreak in my life and odds are the event happened either in December or within 2 weeks north or south of that month. I’m not going to produce an itemized list but if you really want to know why I dread the twelfth month of the year, and why I am miserable to live with during that time send a private message. If I get enough a large enough response I’ll elaborate a bit and then you’ll know why my dear sweetheart deserves a six-figure cash bonus, the Victoria Cross and immediate translation for simply enduring my presence during the holidays, much less talk or interact with me in any way.
Christmas wasn’t always…
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