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I don't much care for Christmas.
The holiday doesn't hold much reasonance for me.
I prefer marking the Winter Solstice/Yule. That's more relevant to me, because even though it marks the official start of the winter season, it also heralds the return of longer days.
When you have photoreactive Seasonal Affective Disorder, more natural light is always a good thing.
Christmas, though, is mostly just work and obligation. I'm not one of the people who forces themselves to be 'jolly' all season long or anything, but there is a certain pressure when you work in a retail environment to give people what they expect. So, I wear the sparkly elf hat and play the Christmas music, and smile and ask the usual Christmas questions, while inside I feel as empty as a politican's promise.
But, it's done now. The day has come.
I'm going to get dressed and go to The Store and take down the Christmas decorations I put up two weeks ago, and then I'm going to come home and dress Bonaparte for the Winter Season.
I'm thinking it may be time to retire me old plastic skull.
Or maybe not.
We'll see.
Anyway, I hope all of you out there enjoy the day and the season, if you're so inclined. And, if you don't, well, just take comfort in the knowledge you probably won't have to think about it again until next October, when all the Christmas stuff shows up again.
The holiday doesn't hold much reasonance for me.
I prefer marking the Winter Solstice/Yule. That's more relevant to me, because even though it marks the official start of the winter season, it also heralds the return of longer days.
When you have photoreactive Seasonal Affective Disorder, more natural light is always a good thing.
Christmas, though, is mostly just work and obligation. I'm not one of the people who forces themselves to be 'jolly' all season long or anything, but there is a certain pressure when you work in a retail environment to give people what they expect. So, I wear the sparkly elf hat and play the Christmas music, and smile and ask the usual Christmas questions, while inside I feel as empty as a politican's promise.
But, it's done now. The day has come.
I'm going to get dressed and go to The Store and take down the Christmas decorations I put up two weeks ago, and then I'm going to come home and dress Bonaparte for the Winter Season.
I'm thinking it may be time to retire me old plastic skull.
Or maybe not.
We'll see.
Anyway, I hope all of you out there enjoy the day and the season, if you're so inclined. And, if you don't, well, just take comfort in the knowledge you probably won't have to think about it again until next October, when all the Christmas stuff shows up again.
