Call Me Grinchy

It's not even Thanksgiving yet, and I'm already sick of the holiday season. There was a time I liked Christmas music, as well as the Christmas season. Many things have ruined that for me, primarily the over-commerciallization of what should be a happy time. The commercials began before Halloween, and I am not as fast with the mute button on the remote as I'd like to be, so I keep hearing the carols over and over. I now throughly detest 'Carol of the Bells.' If I am ever captured by terrorists, all they'd have to do is threaten to play that song over and over again, and I'd break.

Of course, being a single woman at the holidays is never any fun. Everything is aimed at families, or couples, or children. The only ads aimed at singles are those for couples, telling us that every kiss begins with k. (Duh.)

I am a woman in the middle of her life, no children, no job, poor-to-middling health, and at this point no pets. I don't have a home of my own to decorate, family meals to host or prepare, parties to attend, or even many people to send cards to.

Wow. That sounds more pathetic than I intended it to, and much more pathetic than my life actually is. Sure, things aren't all roses and lollipops these days, but frankly, I'm not all that fond of roses or lollipops! I like tulips and lemondrops!  I started this post to whine a bit about how annoyed I am about how commercial the holidays have become, and I lost my train of thought.

I'm going to go now, and watch 'A Charlie Brown Christmas.' It's still the only holiday television show that reflects the true meaning of the season. Plus, the music is awesome. And I love the way they all dance.