Happy Christmas

First of all, I would like to extend a merry Christmahannakwanza to all my fellow readers. (a grand total of prolly 7 people.) The holiday season is quite spectacular indeed with mistletoe and holly and snowmen and the scent of cinnamon floating about. It is - normally - a happy time of year.

The past few days have been interesting for me. Lots of arguments with The mom and jokes with The dad and hanging out with friends. No school, of course, is the highlight of it all, the downside, for me at least, is having to go into work and deal with people.

Let me just say that I used to love Christmas. Really. As in, all out, honest and true, diehard Christmas fan: that was me. I loved everything about it - the bustle of anxious people, shopping for their loved ones, the excitement of the annual Christmas tree decorating, holiday songs and movies alike, and even though church can be boring, I seem to find extra interest in the Christmas stories there too. But see, this year was different. I did not have the over-the-top love for the 25th of December. Why? Because.......I got a job where I have to deal with people, and I was quick to realize that though it may seem to bring out the best in people, in some, this time of year brings people back to their barbaric state, with angry customers and stingy scavengers that will do anything to get what they want. At first I was bothered, but after awhile, I found myself resorting to the mutterings of "Go find your own damn sweater" "It's not my fault that we don't have the specific shade of red you are looking for" and "I don't really care about whether or not you need to exchange this, you should've thought about whether it would look right or not before you bought it". But whatever.

I'm good now. And Christmas was good. Staying with the family for 10 hours can ultimately suck, but hey, what can you do......honestly.

So yes. Happy Christmas. Too bad there's no snow......