I love Christmas. I really do. I love spending time with my family. I love spoiling my kids (within reason, anyway). I like watching A Christmas Story and National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation over and over again. I love relearning O Holy Night and God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen on the guitar. I love playing Euchre with my dad and sister and grandma and uncle. I even love washing dishes after dinner.
I love the fact that my family is pretty functional and my kids are usually grateful for whatever little things I can scrounge up for them.
But I'm so stressed out right now. The weeks leading up to Christmas, with all the shopping and running around and constant barrage of consumerism can fuck right off. I feel like I haven't been able to take a breath for a week.
If I had my way, I'd sleep from December 1st up to the 23rd, only waking for the occasional Christmas party and concert.
I can't wait until tomorrow when I can just relax and actually enjoy the holiday. I'll snap out of it.
This may be the last post for a bit. The comp is on the fritz again.
Merry Christmas, folks.