Thursday, December 19, 2019
I’m sorry, but I hate Christmas. I used to love Christmas. Decorations, a tree, Santa, Christmas music, presents, happy children, smiles from everyone…I used to love Christmas. Now; not so much.
I hate putting up decorations and then taking them down, but I do enjoy other people’s decorations.
We basically put up no decorations or tree, there are no children around here on Christmas, so it just seems a waste.
Christmas music is not really Christmas music anymore. Apparently anything that smells of the real meaning of Christmas is offensive to some people, so the media is full of “Mommy Kissing Santa” “Grandma Run Down by a Reindeer” “Dominic the Christmas Donkey” and Friggin “Rudolph”! There are no good old classic Christmas carols; mustn’t offend anyone.
I hate giving and getting presents.
I have no idea what my grandchildren want, I think they pretty much have whatever they need and more than enough stuff that they don’t need. My children seem to be doing fine and I have no idea what they might want or need. So, I send checks. Not much, just to say Merry Christmas. It is not the same thrill that Christmas used to be when children got all excited over everything from a new bike to handkerchiefs from Aunt Edna.
Mrs. C told me what she wanted, even sent a link to Amazon. Well that will make a great surprise, but I went to the link anyway. It was Amazon.com.
I picked the item and it needed my sign-in and password. It did not like my password even though it was my password. I got a new one-time-only PW from Amazon and proceeded to buy my item which now somehow was up to three items in the cart. Pretty sure Mrs. C only wants one. ARRRRGGGHHH! It took me 15 minutes to figure out how to make the cart zero items and just signed out.
I give up. I told Mrs. C to order it herself as she knows how to do it and now, I have to figure something else for her. I hate Christmas!
I even hate getting presents. There is nothing I want that anyone getting me a present could afford. So, I want nothing. A cigar, golf balls and another tee-shirt that says I’m cranky or grumpy or stupid and I’m fine.
So, I’m sorry, I know Christmas is a wonderful time of the year, but I just can’t get in the spirit. Mrs. C just spent $250 on sending cards. I only know a few of these people and Mrs. C hasn’t seen any of them in years. I know most of these people will look at them and say, “That’s nice” and then toss the card!
I’m glad Jesus was born. It is great to remember his birth and all he brings to the lives of Christians. I am just done with the required Christmas celebration.
OK, I like the food and I like seeing family but otherwise…Bah Humbug.
Now I’m afraid to go to sleep and meet all those ghosts.