Some days, I just want to cancel Christmas. I'm burned out. I'm exhausted. I fall asleep in the shower with a toothbrush in my mouth and shampoo in my hair and I fall asleep at my desk when 3 o'clock blues hit. I do the dishes somewhere between 1-3 am, and instead of getting the sleep I really need, I blog. Something's wrong with my priorities, right?
So I did. I cancelled Christmas. All of my brothers and sisters have kids and families of their own to keep them occupied, so they don't really need me around to start the party. All the food and whatever? I don't need it. I am more than content to take a day to stay in my pajamas, watch stop motion Christmas movies, listen to Christmas music, and eat chocolate like no one's business. Maybe I'll even spend some time drawing a Christmas tree on butcher paper and hang it on the door. I'm not promising anything on that one.
I want to curl under a blanket and not move all day. I want to make homemade cider, or if it's warm, I want to lay outside on the sidewalk and soak up the heat. I want to leave my contacts out all day and watch 3D movies with kettle corn. I want to read dirty books in just my penguin Christmas socks. I want to break out my holiday CDs and belt out Christina Aguilera's "My Kind of Christmas" while I make lunch.
This is my kind of Christmas. That's right, be jealous.