So, I don't celebrate Christmas really. Mostly because I'm not Christian. I know, I know, technically/intellectually speaking, Christmas has nothing to do with Jesus, but that's not really the point. The Christians believe it's their holiday and as such, it has almost no meaning to me. Let's not even get started on the pagans and their suggestion of holiday-theft with all that Yule bullshit. How can you ever hijack a holiday? Seriously. If you figure it out, I'm going to hijack Easter next year and claim it as my own, we'll see how it works out. Wow, that was a whole lot of off-topic chatter. If this were a podcast, you'd be grumpy by now, wondering when the actual on-topic declarations would begin. Anyway, despite not finding purpose in Christmas and its imaginary meaning to my friends and family, I routinely find myself invited to attend parties and celebrations which I would rather not deal with. I'm stuck in this weird place right now, where familial traditions are being forced upon me, and all I want to do is create my own traditions. I suppose it doesn't help when you consider that this is my first Christmas alone since I came out, in high school. I didn't think it would hurt so much. That's not what this is about though. This particular post is actually about the celebrations I had.
