Today, just a short confession; I hate Christmas. There, I said it. To some, I might as well have admitted to kicking dogs or stealing from orphans, but I can’t help the way that I feel. I just associate it with fighting the swarming masses in crowded retail outlets and drowning in Christmas carol muzak. With overeating, over-drinking, and general over-consumption. I feel a rant coming on, which I think I’d best suppress. But I am jealous of those who genuinely seem to enjoy the season. It’s like they have a piece of the original spirit of the holiday embedded in their chests (which glow like E.T.’s).
I’m interested to see what Christmas on the island will be like. So far, I’m digging it. A few days before the 25th and I realize that I haven’t been bombarded at all with commercial Christmas messaging. The only kinds of messages that have leaked through are Christmas cards from friends. This is the shortest humbug moment that I’ve experienced in years, which I’ll take to be a good sign. Despite my little outburst, let me finish here by wishing you happy holidays and a great start to the New Year!