It just dawned on me that I extremely dislike Christmas and all the bullshit/stress that goes along with it. There have been warning signs along the way, like that time in first grade, when I told my friend Courtney that Santa wasn't real. She bawled and I got in trouble.
R & I keep flirting with the idea of blowing off strained, awkward family gatherings, and taking a spa weekend at the Parker, Palm Springs instead. It's looking better and better by the minute.