Why hello December, nice to see you and all the ridiculous Christmas hype you bring.
Most people spend this month doing two things, rushing around for Christmas shopping and spreading fake joy.
December's my grumpiest month of the year, there are quite a few reasons for this. The first is probably hereditary, my Mother doesn't like December or Christmas either, so being brought up by someone who has a massive dislike for Christmas joy probably doesn't help. There are far too many reasons to stress. I have exams coming up at the start of January, Christmas shopping to sort out, and just general eurghness (yeah, I know that's not a word...). Living in England also means that December is bloomin' freezin'. something that my poor African body STILL cannot cope with and so I spend most of the time hibernating or covered in warm things. I also dislike the fake Christmas joy that comes. The rest of the year, it's like I'm just a spot on the forehead of society, December rolls around and everyone wants to be best friends. It just doesn't really make sense to me...
I figured that I don't go out much, I only realised last night that the Christmas lights have gone up and have been turned on in town...
Perhaps I should stop being a scrouge, but it's hard to break a life time tradition.
Also, I'm upset because I don't have an advent calender.
