Confession: You see the problem is, I think I am Ebenezer Scrooge.
I hate Christmas.
“??” you say. “I don’t think I caught what you just said.”
I hate Christmas!!
I cannot describe the panic of entering any shop in town by the middle of November and encountering cheap red velvet, artificial evergreen, garish tinsel, and the rin-tin-tinning of silver bells. I face a sensory assault almost equal to the ghoulish orange-black-and-gore one of the preceding month.
I can hardly say, and to those of you who find my words offensive or sacrilegious, I am deeply sorry.
I feel shame at being “the kind of person” (blech) who would skip the entire month of December if she could; who goes through the motions of celebration for the sake of happy childhood memories—my own and my kids’.
Can you help me? Why do you like Christmas?
I asked my family this question over Thanksgiving; you’ll get their list tomorrow.