So, I was thinking. Which is unusual, I know. However. Hate Christmas. Violently. Its the whole bleak-weepy effect it has on me. Not really into that, what can I say.

So, yeah, thinking. Instead of attempting to make a list, and having to suffer through the gatherings and trying to act like I’m not a wreck and that I’m remotely happy to see any of them, my family could just give me a maximum dollar amount, and then I could go and pick up whatever it is I decide I want between now and then, and they could fit the bill, so long as its under the decided amount. And then? I could just have the items whenever they arrive, like little shining moments of Happy, and sleep through the hell known as Christ’s birthday.

I think its a good idea. So I can already tell you my mother’s going to say “no.”

sounds like backstreet boys, “last christmas (a capella)”