Is the coast clear? Is Santa gone? Ugh, Argh! oh how I Suck at Christmas. Who woulda thunk? Family, food, gifts, twinkly lights, reindeer with unusual appendages...catchy tunes. Christmas would seem to be right up my alley, only: Bah Humfucker bug, It is Not. I would rather go to the beach and skip the whole thing. I would rather not haul out the expansive collection of both high dollar and dollar store ornaments (also ratty old home-mades from the third grade). I would rather not have a tizzy when Happy has a tizzy because her little boyfriend's mom And sister got her gifts and expect her to come over for a gift exchange when we didn't get them anything. I prefer not to argue with my mother about getting a damn tree. I would rather not spend last minute exorbitant traveling costs so that G. (that smart, smart boy) can make a quick getaway to Hot Springs, Arkansas of all places. I would rather not chase and shreeeeek at poor Pop-pops because he wants to fondle the breakable X-mas crap....I would rather not Not NOT! But ya know what? I did. All of it. The whole schmorgie. Thank you, Jesus. Thanks alot.
