To all of the merry people of the earth:
I, DaddyBear, am officially Christmas’ed out. I no longer wish to participate, at least for the rest of this month. I will be wearing headphones until January 6 to drown out the schmaltzy Christmas songs. I am going to keep my head down and not make eye contact with people so that I won’t have to smile absently as they wish me a Merry Christmas.
I will, however, be doing my best to make sure that I do not contaminate anyone else with my Grinchiness. I plan on getting both what little Christmas shopping I plan on doing don as well as retrieving the Christmas arboreal zombie so that my family may dress its corpse up with tinsel and glass balls this weekend. I will put on the ugly Christmas sweater that I wear every December 25 and do the rounds to see family. Because I have children and do not want them to know just how much I loathe this time of year, I will put on the false smile and try to guide them away from the more psychotic side of Yuletide.
And the next yokel who tries to convince me that I should attend his/her place of worship so that I don’t make the baby Jesus cry* is going to have the sharp end of their Santa hat shoved in one ear and pulled out the other.
Hope to see all of you safe and sound on the other side of the madness.
Sincerely,
DaddyBear
*That is neither a joke nor is it hyperbole. I have had two people tell me that the baby Jesus will cry if I do not attend church with them at Christmastime this year. My suspicious side leads me to believe that there is a brochure or something that tells them how to get under my skin.













