I don’t like Christmas.
OK, that’s not entirely true. There are things I like:
A free lunch or two
The rest of it? Really, I couldn’t be bothered.
But, by the mere fact that I am a fairly normally functioning member of this society where Christmas is kinda of a big fucking deal, I have to participate. Or at least make nice. It is not my intention to stop people from enjoying their Christmas, but frankly, I just want to be left alone.
Unfortunately, the boyfriend is a total traditionalist when it comes to stuff like holidays. And for the most part, I try and humor him and play along. But, sometimes I just don’t want to. And this is one of those years.
So, for the rest of the day, I’m going to play sick and go back to bed and read and sleep. Maybe later I’ll make another go at grocery shopping . . . maybe not. I was thinking about making a lasagna for Christmas dinner, but hey, going out for Chinese sounds like less effort.
I do hope that those of you that do celebrate have a lovely Christmas, and that all your wishes are fulfilled. And I do mean that. I’m not that much of a scrooge.