XMAS SUCKS! There…. I Said It!
Yep, that’s what I said. Christmas really does suck. Not sure if I’m the only one that feels this way or just the only one with enough guts to say it out loud. And I really can’t say when it all changed but it’s just about the most miserable time of the year for me. Matter of fact, this time of the year has sucked for so long that I can barely remember far enough back to when it didn’t suck.
Strange though, how some of the greatest memories I have are memories of Xmas’ past, yet now I literally dread this time of the year. I can still recall relentlessly shaking every box under the tree, doing my best to figure out just exactly what Santa brought me.
Always hoping for a rattle, clunk or a knock of some sort. At the very least a bit of “weight”, insuring a cool toy. But I can still remember the pain and disappointment of the “quiet” boxes which signalled the impending let down of socks or a sweater. And needless to say I always checked the boxes that were addressed to my sister. Surely I couldn’t have her getting more “rattlers” than I was, right? Right!
When did it all change? When did it take such a horrible turn for the worse? I don’t think it was upon discovering the fact that my parents had been lying to me this entire time. That Santa really didn’t exist and that he was just some made up fantasy. Some commercially driven “Guru” conjured up to guilt people into buying more “stuff”. No, that couldn’t have been it. I was too young to understand any of that and besides, I didn’t see any kind of a drop in my “under the tree box count” once Santa was out of the picture. There had to be more to it.
