My mom (who’s living with me for a few months) LOVES Christmas. She loves shopping, loves the idea of giving and receiving gifts, loves wearing red, loves listening to Christmas songs all day long, and loves Christmas decorations. The trouble is as a grouch, I HATE Christmas. I can’t stand the fake jolliness, the fake spirit of giving, the fake togetherness, the fake love, the fake everything.
My mother wanted a Christmas tree, but I told her there was no way in hell we were having such tacky frivolousness in MY apartment. Christmas trees, with their meaningless garish showiness, are a symbol of everything I hate about Christmas.
So this is what we compromised on:
A Christmas-ish screen!
Though my living room sort of looks like an orchard now, at least there are no lights, sparkly garlands, angels, Santa Clauses, or red-nosed reindeers in sight. I will not have to gag every time I go into my living room and my two fun-loving kitties will not be swinging on any branches (or garlands). Phew!
Here Comes The Dreaded “Holiday Season” November 25, 2007
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