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Usually by now I'm dragging the plastic tree out of the basement and playing St Martin In The Fields while I throw lights around it. We decided no tree this year: new cats, and they're young and rambunctious; you can imagine. (They're tearing around the house right now wrestling each other over a foil ball. It's like cat rugby.)
But even putting the treelessness aside, I can't quite seem to get into the Christmas spirit this year. It feels rushed: we hardly touched summer, had the barest brush with fall, suddenly it's December? That can't be right. I'm not ready for Christmas.
We finally ordered presents last night, realizing it's long past when we should've ordered presents. Usually we do this sort of thing with a cup of eggnog and a splash of rum, but hadn't thought to buy either. There was open bottle of Aperol in the liquor cabinet, so I popped open the Prosecco I'd been saving for New Years and we had spritzes instead. I'm not ready for Christmas at all.
We'll muddle through, but I half suspect NTP servers are playing dirty tricks on me. I could easily believe it's the middle of October.
I feel the same way. In fact, all Holidays have felt empty this year, missing that luster they held in previous times. I am assuming this is all fallout shock from the 'Rona era
"Bah! Humbug!"
I've been scrooging since September when I first started seeing Christmas crap in stores.
I used to work in retail, and I never cared all that much for Christmas even as a kid. I don't really remember the presents; I just remember the increased pressure to "behave".
Christmas will find you, it is only hiding for now behind a foil ball. :)