Santa touched me where my swimsuit goes

December 23, 2004

What a great holiday. It’s built up for 2 months or so like it’s going to be the second coming of jesus himself, and everyone gets in such a great mood because of it. Then, when it finally happens, it kind of sucks. You sit around a fake tree with your dysfunctional family and A Christmas Story plays over and over again in the background on TBS while you open your presents and they open theirs. And…that’s it. It’s all one big anti-climactic mess. If you honestly believe it’s about Christ, head on over to your local Wal-Mart, or your Target, and look at the returns line.

Not that I really have a problem with that… Fuck Christ. The excitement I feel, if any, is over the memories I have from my childhood and from the fact that I get to buy my friends/loved ones presents. I get to make them happy, if only briefly. That’s all it really means to me – making someone happy. Wrapping boxes in tacky Santa wrapping paper and taping it awkardly because I don’t know how to do it properly. Spending way too much money. That does get me excited, and it happens one day out of the year, so there’s nothing wrong with that, as far as I’m concerned.

Ho ho ho, merry christmas.

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