Yep. It's that dreaded time of year again. That one month where everybody thinks it's acceptable to blast holiday tunes throughout the shopping centre and cover their houses in every possible lightbulb they can find. It's christmas.
Don't get me wrong, I love celebrating the birth of baby Jesus. But there's celebrating and having a good time, and then there's celebrating. Call me a grinch if you must, but I really don't see the appeal. Why would you want to dress your house in grotesquely illuminated baubles for the entire world to see? Why do we all of a sudden love C-list celebrities that sing the same carols every year and pretend they're the next beyonce? Why is michael buble's CD stocked in every single shop you can imagine including the grocery store? Why do we dress our cars up as reindeers? THEY ARE CARS.
Most of all I think the thing that annoys me most is despite my protests every year, I still end up sitting around with my crazy family, belting out an assortment of Mariah Carey's carols, wishing every day could as good as this. As much as I say I hate it, the truth is, you really can't hurt christmas. No matter how many times I refuse to decorate the christmas tree, or refuse to sing carols at church, or refuse to smile in every family photo showing our bonbon prizes, I still end up loving it.
So whether you're a grinch like me, or one of those psycho's that actually willingly attends carols by candlelight every year, have a swell holiday season.
-Kate
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