Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. Bleh…I’m not feeling the merry, merry this year. I have no money to buy gifts and no desire to receive any…unless it’s cash, lol. Screw the jingling bells, chestnuts roasting, sleigh rides, and frosty snowmen. Bah, humbug.

My children are grown and living their own lives and the ritual of stressful shopping, wrapping and hiding gifts, decorating the tree, and cooking/baking has ended. Besides, I don’t have my own place right now, so there would be nowhere for them to come to even if they felt a sudden urge to hang out with their abandoned, empty-nested mother.

So, I will spend Christmas alone. It’s not so bad…there are lots of other lonely people in this world who have no one to spend holidays with. I remember years ago seeing people sitting alone in a fast-food restaurant on Christmas day and thinking, “How sad.” Now, they are my peers. I will join them in defiantly stating, “It’s just another day.”

Don’t get me wrong; I’m not feeling sorry for myself or anything like that.  I have beaucoup blessings in my life and, lord knows, things could be a helluva lot worse. But, truth be told, I just want the over-commercialized, forced “season of giving” to be over.

Bring on 2015 and let the new year be a better year than the old one.  All I want for Christmas is to fast-forward through the holly jolly and get the fuck on with life.

Have a joyous, love-filled day. Ho, ho, ho.