Bah Hambug. I might as well be the scrooge or the grinch.
I have always loved Christmas. But as I grow up I sort of hate it.
I mean, before as a kid Christmas is a time of great joy! Opening presents, vacation, good food and playing with other kids. I look forward to it every year.
But now, I have this fear of Christmas. Really.
I fear seeing my cousins/aunts/uncles. (Because of all the comparisons and side comments that I will have to endure on that day and after. And that I have to put up a front with them. )
I get paranoid looking for presents. (I might not have enough, or the recipient would not like/fit what I got. )
I dread the stress that comes with planning the holidays. (Every time I am part of the planning for the holiday festivities, I tend to be too obsessive compulsive.)
Might as well go to a far flung cave and hibernate.
And with the recent Yolanda/Haiyan tragedy. I don’t feel comfortable celebrating Christmas right now.
But, don’t get me wrong. I still love Christmas for the fact that God sent us our Savior Jesus Christ. Its just that at this time, It doesn’t seem to be the focal point anymore. Christmas has become about commercialism. (With all the santa, reindeer, elves, penguins and presents decked on all the store window display…) Sigh.
“My idea of Christmas, whether old-fashioned or modern, is very simple: loving others. Come to think of it, why do we have to wait for Christmas to do that?” ― Bob Hope