Tis the season to what? I'm not going to lie, I don't like the holiday season. I like that I get to drink with my colleagues, see some odd ball friends and get a few days out of the office but generally I am not a big fan of the season. I never have been.
Christmas 2006: I can't even remember, but it was I am sure some variation of swimming, sauvignon blanc and seafood.
Christmas 2007: Woke up next to Cyanide and enjoyed the early morning on his balcony overlooking one of the most beautiful beaches in the world, with fresh orange juice. I am sure there was some variation of beach swimming and feasting with the Crazy Ladies.
Christmas 2008: I woke up, next to a friend and spent the morning getting ready for the afternoon full of fresh seafood, fake snow, beach swims and booze. TBD was around and surprisingly, he still is. Not in the same sense, but still around. Cyanide was sniffing around as usual, this year I've changed my number and he's moved away.
Something has got to give. Something has to change, its glaringly obvious.
What is the missing puzzle piece? I don't know, but I can't keep hating Christmas. I've had 25 but next year, I'll will make is special.
Next year, I will have a fresh Christmas tree. There will be a wreath on my door. My Christmas cards, even international, will be sent on time. I will bake holiday cookies and make Kahlua. I will host a gingerbread house making competition.
Next year, I won't hate Christmas.
This year, I'll drink wine. :)
