Give me a moment to spill myself and my emotions, about Christmas.
I haven't always hated Christmas, I don't think. But, without fail, every October I realize that the holidays are knocking at the door....and I don't want to answer it. I don't even want to acknowledge that I heard it.
I hate the clutter. I hate the rich desserts that are given on those Christmas paper plates so carefully wrapped in colored Saran Wrap and sealed with curly ribbon tied at the top. It just gets thrown away because I can't palate it. I hate the messy decorations strewn about the house, most of them broken(2 yr. old doings) with shards hidden in the carpet, only to be found by the barefoot that steps on it.
I hate coming up with ideas for friends and family. It's too stressful for me. It's too much expended mind power that gets me frustrated and frazzled. I get worried that I will forget someone, so I just leave everyone out. I hate cards...waste of money. I'd rather pretend that this year Christmas will be spent in bed. With my eyes closed.
Is that sad? Is this normal? I just don't care really. Presents can be given year-round for any occasion. It bothers me to see people pushing and stressing to get a 'good deal' or to get the 'sale' items. It just doesn't set well with me. I guess that perhaps I have never been that way, so I can't understand it. I don't want to understand it.
I am in no way degrading the life of our savior and the marvelous life he lived. I'd just prefer to leave it at that and be non-commercial about it. The stress. The crowds. The hustle. And I believe the thing that I hate most about Christmas isn't really Christmas itself, but the month that it occurs in. The COLD month of December.
I hate cold! I hate snow! If Christmas were in July.......well.....I'd still dislike it.