REDEFINING THE TERMS

Typically, I hate Christmas. Ok. Maybe not hate, just dislike.

Probably for the same reason the other non-Christmas lovers feel the same way- the blatant over-commercialization, rationalized idiocy (i.e. crazy black Friday people), and the travel nightmares (overbooked, overpriced, crazy stressful, blah blah blah)..

But you know what? This year is different. I have barely even noticed it.

I swore off traveling for Christmas after the Biscuit's first Christmas right after he was born. I spent my entire life traveling for Christmas and fuck that. Done. I have a nice comfy house and if I want to enjoy it then I am going to do it here. This is the second year in a row I've stayed put- its the best decision I have made. I intend to spend all my Christmas' at home.

I do all my shopping online and additionally, I have embraced the gift card. I love them, I buy them. If you don't like it, too fucking bad. I love them. I detest useless dust collecting stuff and I hate even the possibility that I could be giving exactly that to someone else. Unless I am sure its something that person needs/wants, gift card and done.

One of the positives that I have coming out of my sustained work crazy is that I have been too busy to really notice or spend any time observing the Christmas crazy and also since I have been so wrapped up in that on a daily basis, I don't have the energy or aspiration to really dig into any Christmas crazy. If its easy and quick, fine. If not or has even the mere possibility of being involved, I'll pass.

I declined the departmental Holiday lunch (off site and on a Sunday afternoon!), nope. Too inconvenient.

What's left: the house is all decorated, The Biscuit LOVES playing with the train, and I am well stocked for mulled wine and a variety of sweets and cheeses. I have 5 consecutive days off work with zero plans or aspirations.

It's going to be the best Christmas ever! I just hope it doesn't snow (inconvenient!)