BTRIPP (btripp) wrote,

now for the hard part ...

So, Xmas eve is done, and everybody (but me, of course) is more-or-less in bed (Daughter #1 is, I believe, attempting to stay up all night to catch Santa ... I'm hoping that she'll slip off while watching idiotic TV shows in her room and I'll be able to sneak in there, turn the TV and the lights off at some point). So I need to wait until I'm sure The Girls are passed out and then drag all the presents out to the Tree.

Nothing like going through a massive charade just to LIE to you kids. Oh, wait, that pretty damn well describes religion doesn't it?

I mean, it would be one thing if we put out the presents, then had "Santa" show up to do the stockings, and maybe add a few more things, but it's such a bloody pain in the ass to have to first of all hide the gifts, then to try to silently get them out and under the tree.

I don't know what it is about Xmas ... I'm not typically a "suicidal" kind of guy, but all fucking day long I've been wanting to slash up my wrists, impale my gut with scissors, or slit my throat ear-to-ear, depending on what sharp object happened to be at hand. I don't think I've had a non-horrible Xmas since I quit drinking (21+ years ago) ... this bullshit was certainly easier to take after swilling down a fifth of gin.

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