Call Me Scrooge

I was going to blog last Wednesday but didn't have a chance. What I was going to say is: It's December 1st and I'm already sick of Christmas music. Well, it's now December 6th and I'm STILL sick of Christmas music.

At my house I'm known as Scrooge throughout the Christmas holiday. It's not that I hate Christmas. Far from it, it's one of my favorite holidays. I just hate all the excess that goes with Christmas. They play the same old Christmas songs over and over and over again on every radio station. Even if it's a new version, it's the same song I've heard over and over and over again. They play the same movies year after year and even if the movie is different, the story is still the same.

The worst part about this time of year is shopping. There are lines a million miles long, everybody is super cranky even though this is supposedly the "happiest time of the year" and the stores are always out of whatever you're looking for. And Christmas just isn't the same as when you were little. No more magic, no more anticipation, not really much surprise, either.

Ok, so I really do sound like Scrooge. But I'm not. I do love Christmas. I love giving gifts to others and seeing their faces light up with joy. I love spending time with family and friends. I especially enjoy eating good food. Most importantly I love reflecting on the true meaning of Christmas. I guess the other stuff really doesn't matter.