The answer is…I have yet to decide. Perhaps I will come to that decision at the end of this.

  Jesus most likely wasn’t born on the twenty-fifth of December. This continues to bother me, that we celebrate the birth of someone who supposedly so historically important to the history of the world (if you’re a Christian), the literal Son of God, and we didn’t care to find out when he was born. The birthdays of nobles and rulers were celebrated for thousands of years before Jesus was born. I get that he had his whole, “don’t tell anyone!!” schtick, but still.

  Also during the Christmas period (I refuse to say “season” because it crosses over two seasons) is the noise. I’ve always hated noise. Call me a Grinch, but it’s true. Now, I don’t mind carols if they’re sung well. I’m a sucker for four-part harmony. But hearing the same six songs in mall speakers no matter what time of day is sickening. I’d honestly rather take a bath in acid. But I’m not talking about a really quick kind of kill-you-immediately acid. I’d prefer a slow, make-every-breath-a-living-hell kind of acid to listening to commercial Christmas music.

  Ever since I’ve turned fifteen, I’ve felt that I’ve been obliged to give my friends Christmas presents. I have less friends now than I did then (ha…!) but it’s still more than $200 I’m spending on things that I will never see again. Perhaps I’m doing Christmas wrong. Perhaps I should be getting gifts for people with the intention of using them myself.

  These are all reasons that I don’t like Christmas. However.

  I do like receiving things. Getting presents is great. Meeting with family is…good. It’s the only time of year that I really get to see my extended family, and yet I feel it would be better to just meet them for the sake of meeting them. I also don’t like food enough to enjoy eating food at Christmas.

  This year, I’ve asked my parents for a piano-accordion. I didn’t check how much they were before I asked them and…let’s just say I hope they don’t have to take out a loan.

  Bah humbug.