Christmas

When it gets right down to the actual day, Christmas rubs me entirely the wrong way. 

It’s that point on Christmas Eve where my cynicism and pessimism and selfishness fully sets in and I set myself up to get nothing, to expect nothing and to get extremely pissy about the commercialism of this holiday season. I’m exhausted and the setting out of presents for everyone else actually tends to piss me off.  I set myself up to get supremely shafted, gift-wise. I don’t know why. And when anyone tries to structure things like gift placement under the tree? I snap. Who cares whether Santa gifts are out front? The kids don’t really care who it’s from. They just want the shit inside. 

I fucking need sleep. 

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