I really don't like Christmas. I mean, don't get me wrong, I like getting presents and seeing the excitement when the people I love are opening presents from me, blah blah blah, and I love Jesus and am happy he was born, but really. He wasn't even born till March, anyway. Yeah, Jesus was born in March, not December. So why do we celebrate his birth December twenty-fifth each year? Because it was convenient for us. Okay, so that's probably not true, but whatever.
And if you think about it, all Christmas is about is stupid gifts like underwear that you did not ever want from your crazy grandma, annoying cousins you don't even know sending you letters bragging about their "sweet Molly who got her braces this year", or their "handsome Tommy who's on the chess team".
And yes (what a surprise), I also do not like the stupid end-of-year letters you get from family members who you can't even remember how they are related. All they do is brag about how cool their lives are compared to yours. Either that, or they brag about how their life sucks more than yours. But either way, they all suck. My personal favorite letter goes something like this, "Merry Christmas! Oh yeah, my husband died sometime in July. Hope you're doing well!"
Yeah, that's just what we want to hear at Christmas time. That your husband died month's ago and you are just now telling people. Also, thank you for making us go out and buy a condolence card at Hallmark during the busiest time of the year. We really appreciate the thought it took to make one little card ruin our Christmas.
I'm beginning to think that we should just celebrate Jesus' birth in March, and completely ignore Christmas day altogether.
But I have to say, to all the people I love (Mum, Dad, Bro, Nana, grandparents, uncle, uncle and aunt, uncle and aunt, best friend, best friends mom who's like second mom, Daisy, Bosco and Joey): I love you all lot's, and am happy that you are going to be here today to brighten up our Christmas. I think I might have gone mad if I hadn't known that you all would be here for us to enjoy the fruits of our labor.
Happy Christmas, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. Yes I know today is the twenty-second, but that's when company could make it, so don't judge. Also, to Best Friend: Sorry you couldn't make it...But ha ha you have some serious kissing-up to do for not coming. Muahahahahaha!
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