Why I Hate Christmas

Why I Hate Christmas

Being a Grinch in a Sea of Whos

Twas the week before Christmas. Stresses are high. Responsibilities are higher. Motivation is at an all time low. While still trying to recover from my post-finals mental hangover, I slump in disbelief that Christmas is right around the corner. Every year, I experience the same wave of emotions: nausea, dread, an overwhelming urge to hide under my bed until January 2nd. I sympathize with the Grinch on many levels. The Christmas cheer, the noise (noise noise), the expensive presents given to complete strangers, not to mention strained family gatherings from relatives drilling you with questions about your dwindling love life, are just the beginning of a laundry list of reasons why I hate Christmas. Yes, I hate Christmas. All I want for Christmas is to live in a Grinchy cave alone with my dog, and think about how much I can't stand Christmas. Sorry Mariah, you got me all wrong.

I never used to be this jaded. Many, many years ago, in a parallel universe, my soul was pure and my intentions were good. My belief in a magical being that gave you presents if you were ”good” was the sole reason for my understanding Christmas. It wasn’t about religion or family or giving: only the materialistic, tangible things that would eventually grow dust in my closest and end up as next year’s Christmas present to a lucky stranger. After my belief faded and I grew to understand the true meaning of Christmas, I began to resent what the holiday embodied: a race for consumerism. People are so focused on the material, the best, newest, most trendy objects that their image of giving is warped, based solely upon the intent to receive something.

I will not say that I was once plagued by these beliefs, but I fully believe that Christmas is a toxic month that brings more stress than is necessary. Writing Christmas cards to long lost second cousins and aunts twice removed proves to be superfluous when you realize that your 5 dollar Hallmark card will end up in a pile of like-minded Hallmark cards…in the trash. Christmas music rings constantly in my ears, causing my head to bang like a monkey with cymbals; I even hear it in my nightmares. The cold Virginia breeze nips at your nose and icicles hang from your cheeks, as the Black Friday and Christmas Eve mall run tears stream down in giant droplets. Struggling to deal with your entire family in one confined area leaves you “feeling like drinking and smoking under the kitchen table while you wish you mother was dead” (Vice News, December 16, 2016). This is literally me, though. I feel like everyone is on pins and needles around the Holiday season that it is no longer fun to be around anyone, let alone your crazy family. Sheesh, how many days till Christmas is over, again?

I know you Whos exist, people who are living the Christmas spirit the day after Thanksgiving . You are the Buddy the Elf to my Grinch. You sing your cheesy Christmas songs, make snow angels, eat cookie dough till you puke, and adorn yourself with Christmas paraphernalia, and that’s totally fine; my Grinchy cave is where I will be.

Happy Holidays and Bah-humbug!

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Christmas Of Remembrance Series: My Last Letter

Christmas time is not about the gifts... It is about something far, far more special.


Dear Reader,

Thank you for your time.

This is a series that I have dedicated to those I have loved and lost. It was merely a thought, then an idea, and now a realized creation. Christmas time… all winter really is a hard time for me. It holds this duality in my life of being both my favorite and also my least favorite and difficult time of year. It has been that way for years now.

In a way, this series aids my closure and healing further, and it allows me to tell my story in a way that, to me, is less scary (one of the many great facets of this platform). It was never my intention to write this in order to reach people, or encourage people, or serve as an inspiration to anyone. This was for me and only me. No one else. But, if these pieces of writing do impact someone, somewhere, or make them feel encouraged or inspired in some way or another, or just simply make them feel, then I hope you have enjoyed them. If I can make someone feel, then I guess I have done my job.

The life of an artist is often an uncertain one. The life of a human is a trying one. But life is a journey, and all journeys have their trials. Their tests. Their triumphs and rewards. And they all have their losses. What matters most is what you make of all of it. What lessons you learn. What changes you make. What life you create for yourself. What art you create because of it all. It can be very, very hard. But it can all be glorious at the same time.

At the heart of this series, my words, there is this deep and valuable belief of mine: Christmas (or the Winter Holiday that you may celebrate) is so much more about presents and cooking and shopping and all that other bullshit… it is about family.

The family that is related by blood. The family that surrounds your heart. Your Mom. Your brother. Your dearest friends. The bonds that make life valuable. Worth living. These bonds are soulful bonds, ones that are far more special than any mere trivial object. So… be with them. Forgive. Forget. Heal. Mend what is broken. Reassemble what has been shattered. And stop worrying so much. Laugh together. Cry together. Heal on another. Heal together. And may your new days be better, brighter, and full of love.

Happy Holidays.


A song for you...

"Sense of Home" — Harrison Storm / YouTube

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