Generally speaking, I find Holiday Cheer to be a contradiction in terms - an oxymoron of sorts. I don't like the holidays. I don't like putting up Christmas decorations or Christmas lights. I get annoyed by holiday shoppers and disgusted by excessive holiday glee. I get fed up with 80+ degree holiday temperatures. The increasing commercialism surrounding the season doesn't make things any better, either. It's all just icky.
Of the 26 holiday seasons I can recall, 3 of them have been truly enjoyable. Of those three, one was because it snowed (the only Christmas I remember from Ohio), and the other two were because one of the people I was with enjoyed Christmas so much that it was contagious...you couldn't help but love the season. The other 23 holiday seasons in my living member have simply been tolerated.
Now flip the script.
This year I've found myself seeking Christmas movies and Christmas drinks and Christmas lights and Christmas trees. Looking to start holiday traditions. Playing holiday music all day long. One of my loved ones accused me of being severely ill today. I don't know why I'm like this all the sudden this year. Nothing is different to speak of, but for some reason I've got...ick...holiday cheer! *shudders*
Holiday cheer reminds me of morning chipper, and I don't do morning chipper. Heck, I barely even do morning tolerable! The fact that I'm actually exhibiting said cheer is dangerous enough as it is, and the results could end up being cataclysmic.
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