Bah Humbug

Here's the thing--I love Christmas. I really do. But, I'm kinda boycotting it this year. Not the whole celebrating the birth of the Savior part or anything. I'm giving gifts, I'm singing the songs, and heck, we even have delightful Christmas decorations up in our house. But, I'm not really feelin' it on the inside. It's not truly Christmas when you don't get to spend it with your family, in your own house, and get to sleep in your own childhood room. And since I don't get to do that, on account of that I'm a real-live adult and have to work, it's not REALLY Christmas...at least not for me.

So I'm going through the Christmas-y motions, putting a smile on my face, for the benefit of all mankind...but on Christmas morning, I won't be celebrating Jensen-style. A lot of people have invited me to spend Christmas morning with them, but I think I would enjoy it more if I could just stay at my little house in the Avenues, in my most comfy pajamas and my bathrobe (oh, and I have a very sad story about my favorite p'jams) where I can open the presents I have from my mother, and talk to my family on the phone at every whim. My only Christmas wish is that I could talk to them face-to-face, but I can live with the phone idea. (And don't worry...I'll probably be eating some kind of Christmas buffet with my mom's relatives later on in the evening...I won't starve.)

Now, this post is NOT to envoke pit or anything...I'm really alright. I have to admit I'm interested to see how my Maren Christmas will turn out. It could be kinda fun. I'm only trying to explain why my smile might seem a little fake while singing Christmas carols. But, please, don't call me Scrooge...that'll make me real mad.

Have yourselves a merry little Christmas!!!