there. i said it. i am not a happy/sappy Christmas lover. i don't like the tree. i hate the music. i'm not fond of the food (fruitcake? fruitcake should be classified as a weapon of mass destruction). the TV specials run the gambit of sappy-cutesy to downright disturbing. seriously, have you seen Rudolph the red nose reindeer lately? Santa is a dick. and i swear to Odin and all that i hold holy that the next person to sing "grandma got run over by a reindeer" will get a holly jolly boot in the poop shoot.
but it seems that the gods are not without a sense of humor.
my husband and son have an unholy love of the mistletoe. the tree was put up during a marathon of the old stop motion flicks. Bubby is a Santa-seeking missile. gift buying was a two day affair, complete with fancy coffee (ok, so that i kinda dug on).
i don't get it.
i was told that once Bubby came along i'd suddenly have a love of this holiday. lies. all lies.