It’s nearly December, and so far I’ve managed to work up to a “ho hum” attitude about Christmas. Trust me, “ho hum” is much better than my attitude up until a week or so ago. If it weren’t for Girl Child, Boy Child and my school-aged brothers, I probably wouldn’t bother at all.
I think my desire to skip over Christmas has something to do with how the last four Christmases have been:
December 2002
Husband and I were living in Pittsburgh, over 250 miles from our families. Our car was stolen on December 8th. We both worked full time jobs, and I lost mine due to the unreliability of the public transportation system. We had to take a train in order to go home for the holidays, and let me tell you, two people juggling enough luggage for a week plus Christmas presents for over a dozen people was NOT FUN.
December 2003
Husband and I made the difficult decision to move back home to our families. School was not working out for him, jobs weren’t working out for either of us, and we were very, very lonely.
December 2004
My grandmother died on December 23rd, 2004.
December 2005
Financial and relationship stress. Pregnancy-related hormones and morning sickness didn’t help, either.
All in all, I’ve just about had it with the holidays. I haven’t dragged out our decorations, I’m already dreading the Christmas shopping and decorating Husband is insisting on doing this weekend, and I haven’t played a single Christmas song.
Bah humbug. 
