as far as i can remember, i have always hated Christmas. it has never been the grand and fabulous celebration that everyone has made it to be. call it a con, a fake, a lie, i don't know. believing in a one night only dream like occasion has never done it for me. there's the harsh reality of not having money to buy gifts, time spent in emergency rooms, people fighting and bleeding over pointless stuff, the constant, never ending, insufferable disappointment of believing things will eventually get better.
then, there's growing up.
