Obligatory Holiday Post

I can finally breath again now that Christmas has passed. Yes, I'm a Scrooge. I'm not proud of it but Scroogeosis sets in each December and I can never shake it. Here's why.

I cringe when someone asks me what I want for Christmas. For the last ten years, I've had no idea what I wanted for Christmas. That is, until December 26, when I can make a list 100 items long of things I could have used. Oh well.

Then there's the presents I have to buy for others. Apparently, gift cards are too easy and not thoughtful enough. Not thoughtful is a pretty solid summary of me so gift cards are usually the first idea I have for others. Every once in a while, a bolt of creativity will strike with the perfect gift idea. But I usually don't write it down and forget about it the next day. Next thing you know it's December 24. Too late for online shopping. I'm shit out of luck. And what's with the wrapping? Why can't I wrap a gift without googling "how to wrap a gift?" It never ends.

Ever notice how the holidays cause adults to act like children? Seriously. Check the tape from Black Friday. I'd rather pay top dollar somewhere then deal with those cheapos stampeding for whatever the hell it is they want at WalMart. Here's a stipulation for next year: anyone who wants to shop on Black Friday will have to take a shovel hit to the head upon entering a store. I think that's only fair.

Crying children, ugly sweaters, no parking spots at the mall, an annual visit to Church to see how Jesus is celebrating his birthday. The list goes on and on. The Holidays are a nuisance. Good thing we have alcohol.