This is the time of year when most of humanity takes leave of what little sense it has. The days between Thanksgiving and New Year’s Day are to be but endured for those of us who Just.Do.Not.Get.The.Holidays.
My dear friend lamented that she was invited to a third family gathering, within two day’s time, with the same family members. What is wrong with these people? Do they not realize that family gatherings are meant to be an annual ONE time event, whereupon afterwards, the parties retire to their respective homes and spend the rest of the evening, and possibly part of the next day, raking the other attendees over the coals? It is too exhausting to do this two days in a row.
For the love of holly berries, Christmas family gatherings are meant as a do-over for those who failed to find sufficient grievances to nurse for a year at Thanksgiving. And far too many people are now in the habit of scheduling serial employment related “festive celebrations” (which you are NOT allowed to call “Christmas” parties) in December. This only serves to push those few sane among us to the brink of homicide.
And this is exactly why I must stay locked up in the house for the entire month of December. I might get by with one [ahem] “mishap,” but when the corpses start stacking up, you just know the authorities are going to come knocking. And then there goes the festive atmosphere and holiday spirit.
So I am staying inside with my Lucien Albrecht Rosé. This spirit makes for a most satisfactory festive atmosphere. Until New Year’s Eve. I am all about holiday spirit on New Year’s Eve.