To my watchers, followers, fans, lovers, haters, admirers, stalkers, enemies, frenemies, friends, and total strangers...
Merry Christmas.
I am not going to wish you a happy Kwanzaa, or Jewikkuh, because I don't celebrate them. It's not that I don't respect your stuff, but I celebrate Christmas. Don't b'aww. It's two words.
To be completely honest, this didn't feel much like Christmas for me. I waited and waited for the feeling to hit me. I waited to be excited by the glitz and the red, green and gold. I waited to be overjoyed by the tinny Christmas music playing on the radio. I waited to be surrounded by friends and family who don't come around any other time of year. I waited for love and peace and good will. I waited for snow.
I am sick of the glitz of my 3rd year in retail Christmas.. I was annoyed by the music, the more and more I had to stand at work and deal with idiots and listen to it. My friends and I have grown apart, or they have moved out of state. My family has come to a point to where I can't stand to be around them a lot of the time. I got hatred, drama, and viciousness. I got a brown christmas- not a white one. This Christmas is just like this whole year... The spirit isnt here. It's kind of a let-down compared to my past experiences.
Tonight I wrote a letter to Santa. Maybe.. more to the spirit of Christmas.
I haven't written a letter to him in a LONG time. It must have been 11 years. Something like that.
I hate to say it, but I let some people ruin this year for me. But I believe in Halloween magic, so Christmas needs its fair share too.
" From now on, our troubles will be miles away.."
I hope so. I hope so.
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Stuck