I hate Christmas. I hate it with a passion. I've hated this day for years and years. I try to get into the Christmas season and enjoy the lights, the music, the candles, the Charlie Brown Christmas special - everything that goes into making the season pleasant. Every year, the day comes and I try to be happy, but I can't. And this year, I had an even harder time getting into it. And as Christmas approached my disposition has gotten worse.
I've had some bad Christmas' in the past and I've already told everyone that is coming today (our kids, Leah, Sara, and Eric; and Cindy's dad, John L., and his lady friend, Shirley) that if I do or say something that is out of kilter for me that I apologize beforehand. But this year, I just can't wait for Christmas to end, New Year's to come and let's get it over with.
I popped a beer at noon yesterday and Cindy said, "Having a tough time already today?" She's gonna be really thinking there's something wrong when I pop one at 9:30 this morning.
You don't know how I want to enjoy this day, but it's tough. I hate the over-commercialism of Christmas. I hate the build-up from all directions and the lack of joy that Christmas brings every year. It's supposed to be a wonderful time of year, but I just can't bring myself to be happy at this time of year. It's probably best that Cindy locks me up in the basement from December 20 to December 27.
But Merry Christmas from the Veber's, nonetheless...
Front row - Sara, Cindy (holding Bear), Leah
Back row - Eric, Will