Like when I was a kid, seeing all the holiday decor around the neighborhood, the stores, the streets, always felt cozy. I don’t get that feeling anymore. I get the memory of it, but not the actual feeling. I don’t think I got jaded but maybe I did. What about you?
Can’t stand Christmas, but it’s omnipresent in the US from November on (twelve days, my ass!) and being miserable for a sixth of the year is hardly a way to live, so one manages through.
The roommates love it, though, so I try to bite my tongue and let em have fun. They keep searching for Christmas movies that won’t make me wanna rip my teeth out and they’ve found a few, and I’ll keep humoring them as I play video games on the couch.
The boyfriend showed an interest in getting a menorah and learning how to light candles, so that was fun to do. He seems more excited about candles and latkes than I am, but it’s new to him and he wants to share cultural things and bond, so it’s very heartwarming. He keeps fretting about how to keep the menorah clean, not knowing it’s gonna be a wax covered monstrosity in a week and that’s just part of it.
I managed to dodge a vast majority of the stupidity this year, though I gotta attend the boyfriend’s Christmas events, c’est la guerre! His family is Polish first and Christian second, so that largely means pierogi (my pierogi, specifically, as the bf thinks mine rival those from the deli they normally get them from, big compliment) and some thin cracker they break for luck or something.
I swear I saw some xmass stuff before holloween this year.