I usually let a post sit for a couple of years before running it again but I’ve yet to come up with anything better on the subject of Christmas – so here goes….
I have yet to utter my traditional Yuletide greeting (“I >bleep< hate Christmas!”) but I have found that to be the case as I have been drifting through this emotional wasteland known as December as I have every year since 1966. You’d think with my Arctic upbringing I’d at least like the weather, but I don’t. It just seems like the recurring irritants of life intensity during the closing of the year, things like:
- Financial strain
- Disagreements with my Beautiful Saxon Princess over correct holiday traditions
- …the fact that every disaster in my life has happened during the closing-of-the-year holidays
I’m not kidding. Disaster seeks out my Christmas like a starving eagle circles a bunny burrow – and we’re not talking about minor things like a stubbed toe or getting the Power Droid instead of Carbonite Han Solo in my stocking. We’re talking major life-changing events such as:
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