Fa la la la Blahhhr.. so here we are, post-Thanksgiving, and there are only two things left for me to do: lose the poundage accumulated in the last two months and begin whimpering about the holiday season.
Am I the only blogger out there who loathes Christmas? Not your Christmas: I love your Christmas, the gorgeous decor, the dreams of santa, the starry nights, the winter wonderlands (sampled here, just click on the picture and it will take you there, that's the new and lazy thing to do.) No, I only loathe my Christmas. I've always had huge childlike childish expectations around Christmas, and it's usually fallen very short, mostly due to my bad attitude.
For example, it is usually around Christmas that I remember I'm supposed to be Jewish, and begin resenting both religions.
I hate store-bought spirit forced down my throat every time I step out of the house.
I hate the 80 degree weather L.A. Christmas weather and roses in bloom when it supposed to be snowing.
I hate the thought of destroying a wee little tree just as much as I detest plastic ones. Unless of course they are in your houses where they become a source of lust and envy,
I dread the consumption, the accumulation, the gift-giving of cluttering junk while my husband becomes possessed with the frantic desire to give give and give some more (we all cope however we can.)
The poundage issue invariably becomes a larger one, as food becomes my drug of choice.
I'm not going to link to my previous lamentations about Christmas, but if you're curious, just check the archives, pick any December.
I wonder, how is that time of the year for you?