You call this a Holiday?!?!?!?

Holiday.

Ok. So the roots of the word are in "holy-day".
We now call pretty much any time off a Holiday as most have become merely excuses for a day off.

So, with the Christmas Holidays here you would think that would mean some time off. A little RnR as it were right? Maybe some chesnuts roasting on an open Fire. A little bit of Bailey's in the coffee and goodwill towards men ( just quoting the saying is all - I'm all for Good will towards Women!)

Yet, here we are and I am stressed out. Behind me in my office is a stack of presents to wrap. On Friday I found myself obsessing over an order of Chocolate I made ovver the internet that absolutely, positively had to be here before monday morning. We are still trying to work out the location of our Monster Xmas dinner which has now come to include more people than envisioned and we are concerned that our relatively small house cannot house them all.

I have all my relatives to visit and drop little generic gifts off to so that they can clutter their houses even more. I mean, really, do I think that my aunts will use the specialty gourmet olive oil in a pretty bottle that I get them. NO! It will sit on the Kitchen counter for another year.

I still have loads of shopping to do. Hundreds of dollars of my hard earned money to spend. And in the end, everyone's opinion but my own on how we should do things matters.

Well, Fuck the Holidays. Gasp! Egads! He said it! C'mon. You were all thinking it.

Every year I see people paste on this Veneer of christmas cheer for the world. Yet in private coversations people always complain about the stress of the season and how much work it is. How much money they will spend, running around they will do and Unhealthy food they will eat.

And every year I will do the same. What's wrong with us?