I know that Santa can't come until you go to bed on Christmas Eve. I also know that Santa will not come tonight whether I go to sleep or not. Even after I had Santa ruthlessly ruined for me in Kindergarten by a surly group of 4th grade girls who terrorized a bunch of us "little kids" in the restroom (and lead to me being afraid to ever use the restroom at school which is a horrible thing for a kid with a tiny bladder), I still looked forward to Christmas... probably because I was an only child whose grandparents went a little berserk at Christmas for their only grandchild (my mother's parents never once sent anything for Christmas, my stepdad's parents were deceased but my dad's parents more than made up for being the only set of grandparents).
After I graduated from High School, Christmas became less fun. There was never any religious significance to Christmas for me as a child or young adult. It was present time. Second only to the BEST. DAY. EVER. (my birthday) because on your birthday you're the ONLY person getting presents. Now, I know that sounds outrageously greedy, but honestly, I always got a bunch of small things, never "big ticket" items. And I was happy with the little things.
I had originally planned to spend this Christmas with my Mom and The Girl at my mom's house. For a number of reasons, that didn't work out. The Girl is there, visiting with my Mom, but I am alone with 2 kitties and a chinchilla. There will be no gift this year from Mr. POSSLQ that makes me feel like I got him a crappy gift (he has this uncanny knack for getting me something wonderful and I have a knack for getting him something overwhelmingly disappointing) because neither of us can afford gifts this year and because he's out on the road and will be spending Christmas at a truck stop.
And so... I am working on cleaning out the Closet from Hell. I will probably go to bed soon, just to not have to work on the freakin' closet anymore today.
May y'all have a wonderful Christmas. Remember how blessed you are if you are spending it with family, even if that family is driving you batshit crazy. Eat a rum ball for me!
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