Every store you walk into, be it a malls hoity-tioty specialty shop or the bodega down the block has put the relentlessly cheerful christmas music on frenetic. As though every one want's to hear "little drummer boy" for the thirty millionth time this season. Grump, grump, grump!
Now before you all go and label me the grinch, let me explain; much of this yuletide grousing comes from years of working in the, aforementioned, mall.
Where as a mere worker bee you are expected to bear the brunt of Whitney, Celine and Mariah et.al. belting out christmas cheer for all their worth, on minimum wage, for 7.5 hours a day, no overtime. Whist being battered and abused by the rudest and most clueless shopper of them all, the last minute guy (sorry/not!/ if your him but really man, you had all year!) with a BIG smile on your face.
Generally by this time turned into the travesty of a grin by dozens of LMGs impatiently scurrying for the "Perfect" gift for the most important persons in his life, that he could only manage the 20 minutes before christmas to think of shopping for. -.-
I hate this guy. He likes to think himself busy. Try being a mall drone 9pm christmas eave.
It sucks donkeys........., well you know, I don't think I have to enumerate here. Those who have been there sympathize, those who have not try and that's good enough.
You probably won't be surprised that I celebrate solstice as opposed to chritstmas. To many years of having a higher power shoved at me by well-meaning relatives. I do however believe in Faeries.
They are only with us for a very short time and you have to appreciate them while they are here.
They don't have wings and they only seem tiny and delicate.
They do however have small grubby, sticky hands and cookie breath and their laughter will melt the badness from your heart, every time.