I love Christmas. Always have, and it is my second favorite season ever. It's topped only by summer because when we were kids you got three whole months of do-nothing time to fuck around with. Alas, adulthood has ruined some of my summer joy but not by much because now I spend the weekends wearing minidresses and drinking margaritas on the beach!
Christmas, however, still fills me with the love, only this year it does not. I am SO not in the mood that it's ridiculous. And all this cheap, tochke joy that's run amok on my desk amidst the paper clips and rubber bands? So, not cool. But it's all gifts from the co-workers so I feel obliged to display it all even though I won't be returning the favor of gifting.
*grumble*
Possibly even worse, I am not feeling any fic-ish holiday joy. I am participating in no fandom secret santas, gift exchanges, or the glorious yuletide. I hear that there is Christmas fic running around that I should be reading and yet, I feel nothing.
My Christmas cards are still sitting in a box on my bedroom floor.
I have decided that I'm having a Christmas in July party next Independence Day. I'm sure the Christmas spirit should smack me upside the head by then.
Christmas, however, still fills me with the love, only this year it does not. I am SO not in the mood that it's ridiculous. And all this cheap, tochke joy that's run amok on my desk amidst the paper clips and rubber bands? So, not cool. But it's all gifts from the co-workers so I feel obliged to display it all even though I won't be returning the favor of gifting.
*grumble*
Possibly even worse, I am not feeling any fic-ish holiday joy. I am participating in no fandom secret santas, gift exchanges, or the glorious yuletide. I hear that there is Christmas fic running around that I should be reading and yet, I feel nothing.
My Christmas cards are still sitting in a box on my bedroom floor.
I have decided that I'm having a Christmas in July party next Independence Day. I'm sure the Christmas spirit should smack me upside the head by then.