I'm seriously lacking Christmas cheer. As with most holidays, I seem to find myself unhappy and wanting to hide from my family. You would think that Santa in fact did rub his balls on my toothbrush. I can't seem to get into the Christmas spirit. I watched both Alexis and Jil, as well as Bobby's family, decorate their Christmas trees and wanted nothing to do with it. I spent hours in the kitchen yesterday baking cookies, and just wasn't excited. I mean, I like making cookies, but not because I want to spread cheer or anything.
It could be that I'm tired, or that I always remember Christmas sucking, but I felt the same way about Thanksgiving, and that was relatively uneventful. I don't want to wrap presents, I don't want to get buddy buddy with my family, and I don't even want to do the traditional Christmas Eve with my mom. It doesn't help that instead of just the usual suspects she's invited my aunt and grandmom. Not that I don't love them to death, I just don't want to spend a day with them. A few hours every Sunday has been just fine. Maybe I'll start to feel different about it later.
Well...Merry Christmas
