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So I'm kind of annoyed that they world didn't in fact end on Friday. I mean you would think with all the fuss made, it would have actually happened. The impending doomsday myth was splashed all over the news, all over TV and gabbed about over the proverbial water cooler. What is so amazing about it all is that people actually believed it would happen. Says a lot about the world we live in today. Fear sits in the cracks of our collective psyche. It's pretty sad actually but that is what the over abundance of technology has given us. We are over saturated with stories of doom and gloom. I have started to turn the channel when I see a tragedy because all it does is makes me anxious and nervous that it will happen to me. On this eve of Christmas I in no way want to feel stressed out and worried. I really have no big plans this Christmas. I guess once you stop being a kid and you don't have kids of your own, Christmas is a very different holiday. It is nice to spend time with family and get gifts but really its just another day. I know I sound like a Scrooge but really what is so special about Christmas as an adult? I'll admit I'm a big fan of the seasonal lattes at Starbucks and I do enjoy the occasional Christmas movie but the older I get the more cheesy the holiday seems to be. Don't get me wrong, I still love and cry at "It's a Wonderful Life" and "Bad Santa" and "A Christmas Story" still make me laugh but the rest of them are junk. Honestly. Although I will thoroughly enjoy spending time with the family tomorrow and sharing proseco and brownies with my husband, I'm ready for it to be over. I know that I will probably be chastised for writing this but seriously this is how I feel. The ridiculous spending of money people don't have for gifts that kids will forget about on the 26th of December seems so wasteful to me. I've always kind of felt this way about Christmas, I'll be honest. I remember one year, my sister Anne and my nieces along with my brother, his wife and my nephew went into New York City the week before Christmas. Are you crazy you might ask but we wanted to soak it all in because really what more festive place is there than NYC at Christmas? While waiting in line to look at the Macy's windows, people were pushing and shoving and cursing at little kids. People always talk about the Christmas spirit but I've never seen it. I see more frustration, stress and aggravation that anything else. Bah Humbug right?  Ok I'll stop bashing it and try to see the good in it....the excitement of little kids, the obnoxious but pretty decorations, the generosity and the time with family.
On that note, Merry Christmas and don't yell at me for being a hater :)

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