Would you believe I’m already sick of Christmas?

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December 9, 2006, 6:11 PM

It’s not even December 10 yet, and I’m already utterly sick and tired of Christmas. All I have to say is that at this rate, it’s going to be a LONG next two weeks. This is what happens when one works retail during the Christmas season. Christmas music and Santa Claus and ho ho ho and all that are piped through the loudspeaker constantly, and Christmas decor is just about everywhere.

I even was opposed to putting up a tree in the house this year. After having to deal with all the Christmas mumbo-jumbo at work, I want to go home and forget the season. You know how much Christmas decoration I have in my bedroom? None. This room basically looks the same as it did in July. Mom asked me if I wanted to help put up the (fake) tree downstairs, and I declined. I see enough trees already, thank you. On that, she suggested we don’t have a tree, then. I think I caught her off guard when I agreed with her about not having one. I really don’t want to have anything to do with Christmas in the house. I’m tired of it, and I wish it would all go away. I’ll just take a bye on Christmas this year, thank you.

And you know you’re sick of it when you’re also fantasizing about bursting children’s bubbles about Santa Claus. Of course, I think that the whole believing-in-Santa thing is kind of dishonest in the first place. You tell your children about this person who comes and brings you gifts and such, only to find out later that no, this fellow does not exist. It’s crushing for a child. It generates some mistrust, since the adults were not honest about the source of all these trinkets. I remember it was a lady that I was talking to one time at a Sheetz who said that she wasn’t even going to lead the children down the Santa Claus road, and that she was going to be very up-front with it: She’s the one buying the gifts. Very honorable, and very honest.

Now this does not mean that I’m stiffing anyone on presents. I spent yesterday evening doing a whole bunch of Christmas shopping, and came home with several bags of stuff. And unlike last year, this year, I’m paying “cash”. I use “cash” in quotes because I’m still paying with a card, but just not my credit card. This year, it’s my debit card that’s getting the Christmas workout.

All in all, I can’t wait for Christmas to come and go, with emphasis on “go”.

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