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The tree is up and dressed with soft, white lights, ornaments and icicles.
The cats are already stripping them off and methodically leaving them on the floor where my unsuspecting feet find them at 3:02am.
The other morning I found a ceramic reindeer the sole of my left foot was violently impaled
with the antlers of an unsympathetic and ceramic reindeer.
*%&^$&(#)@!!!!
Bastards.
Yeah, it’s Christmastime.
Although I’ve yet to hear much in the way of holiday music,
I’ve no doubt that within two weeks time I’ll be deep in the complicated state of Yuletide Dismay
wanting to slit my wrists at the mere sound of the introduction to ‘Carol of the Bells’.
It is at this festive time of the year that I unleash my innermost Mister Nasty, the stygian beast within, the curmudgeon of melancholy, my dark saint.
Part of me still harbours (more like imprisons) that little boy that used to love the snow
and the Christmas lights and yes, even the ’Carol of the Bells’.
These days Mister Nasty can’t come out and play.
Actually, I don’t want to come outside.
I play the dark saint of sorts and find my own personal way to somehow make it to December 26th
(Sarah’s birthday for those of you who will find out anyway on her Twitter).
I think that some of my snowy disdain is rooted in the overabundance of past holiday social fatalities.
Dealing with Alzheimer’s Disease ironically (and sadly) made me forget my ‘Santa’ mentality replacing it with this almost diabolical Grinch-like quality – an issue currently Under Construction.
Humor me for the next month or so as I deal with the bleak canvas of winter as my thoughts turn deeply inwards.
This holiday season has quite a different feel to it though and I think I know why.
Unfortunately, I can’t tell you the reason.
So indulge me, won’t you?
And who knows?
Maybe this Grinch will once and for all find his Christmas heart . . .
Been waiting for the green bastid to show his face!
You know ~m, every year the grinch gets a little bit smaller than the year before.
By the time you’re 60, he’ll be a distant memory of your Christmas past, and that little boy who so desperately seeks the light will be bathed in it.
With enough Christmas cheer, those of us who never lost the inner child will have you looking forward to it.
Don’t get caught up in the hype, think of all the good things the season brings, and what it’s meant to be as opposed to what others try and make it, and FFS, get a bloody flashlight lest the antlers kill you
The antlers did hurt my footsie.
As Gloria Gaynor said, “I will survive”
Maybe this is the year of my yuletide reckoning.
Time will tell, I guess.
As far as the hype goes?
Nope, not for me.
Goes in one ear and out the other.
Tanks, kiddo
~m
You can’t stop Christmas from coming.It will come with packages and bows,and lights and music and holiday cheer and maybe a little snow.
If you think your alone in your grinch like thoughts,you are not.
Look at peoples faces.Really look.
You will find the peace of this season in one of those faces.
Hey, thanks for naming my new fish ‘Bumble’
I’ll re-live Christmas everyday that I feed the bastard.
And it’s hard to look into the face of a street person with flecks of food all around their mouth.
That’s just gross.
I will remember your comment though . . .
Thanks, love
~m
You know dad, this christmas will be the same as always. A little crazy, a little hectic, but hey that’s the murphy way. I know you want Santa to drop two foreign packages on our door step as much as me, but hey! we have skype
~H
P.S. I’ll give you my stuffed grinch as a nice companion
We will always have Skype.
Thank God for little favors, huh?
Love you, dear little daughter of mine.
Nice post at ‘Candles’ too, btw
~m
Yeah, I hear you. I try to find the odd random moment where the good stuff can sneak in. I have reduced as much unnecessary stuff as I can as a way of coping.
My burning desire is generally to hide until after New Years. I’ll be wishing good moments for you as you wade through the daily grind.
If you’re hiding until New Years, you will probably see me there.
Always nice to hear from you, KLC
~m
Indulge you? I’ll be indulging myself with your Xmas CD in my player! (Wishing I had more.)
I like Pam’s last paragraph.
I’m thinking I may write a Christmas post – I want to write more about my life – something my grandkids will read someday if they ever want to know more about “the old days!”
So, where did you find that picture of me?
.-= Lolly´s last blog ..HAPPY HALLOWEEN! =-.
Write that Christmas post.
Think of it as a present that will keep on giving.
My CD? I love that you are still listening.
You are a true fan.
Hope the holidays treat you well.
Wore the hat you made the other day.
Very comfy and warm (especially since I’d just shaved my noggin!)
Tanks, kiddo
~m
Welcome, fellow grinch, to the annual gauntlet that is Christmas. Keep the calendar close by as a reminder that the new year is coming and the sun will rise again.
.-= PiedType´s last blog ..Idaho killing wolves from choppers =-.
Fellow Grinch?
I’ve been a member since 1993.
How’s about you?
Tanks for the comment and yeah, my eyes are on the calendar . . .
~m
First, you should have named your fish, Sushi! I named mine that and my kids thought it was mean….I thought endearing!
Second, what a frightening picture of Scrooge! Yikes!
I hope by now, a couple days after your initial post, you are feeling less Scrooge-like!
The real you is nothing like Scrooge….so don’t try to fool the readers!
Good luck finding your Christmas heart Grinchy. Might I say that’s a lovely self portrait.
Cheers Sean