Scrooged

Every since last year I have hated the thought of Christmas. The music, the decorations, the whole thing makes me so depressed. I realized how bad it is last night. I went into Walmart for a few items and I thought maybe I would try and buy a few ornaments. My ex-husband and I started a tradition of buying a new ornament each year for our tree. We would go to Walmart and each pick out an ornament. We did this every year for 4 years. We divorced last October and Christmas was so very sad. I figured I could be strong this year, but I was wrong. As I scoped out the ornaments a strange feeling came over me. I broke out in a cold sweat and started shaking all over. I was almost in tears as I walked quickly away from the Christmas department. This really sucks for numerous reasons. As everyone knows, from now until Christmas I am going to have it shoved down my throat. Plus, I have to decorate for my little boy. I may be jaded by my life, but my son shouldn't have to pay for it too. Oh well. I'll suck it up and join the festivities. But, I refuse to wear a cheesy Christmas sweater or snowflake socks.