Ah, it’s that time of year again. Everywhere you go, you see overpriced gifts, decorations made from highly toxic materials, and psychotic shoppers taking unnecessarily extreme lengths to find the right kind of wrapping paper. I fucking hate Christmas.
Well, maybe not all of it. What I really hate is the commercialism of it all. The closest thing we have to a Christmas tree is a cactus Ash and I received as a gift and has since been left to rot, I don’t recall where. There are things I love about Christmas though. I’m not ashamed to say that the main thing is the food. And even though it’s cliche, bringing the whole family together for a special occasion is really nice too.
This year is more hectic than ever, because there are four people and four families to keep track of. Oh, and three of those people have divorced parents, so that means separate gatherings for mums and dads. Between the four of us, there are seven gatherings. Over a period of three days.
But the one I’m looking forward to the most is our own little poly Christmas. On Christmas night, the four of us are free to spend the evening together. We’ve planned a roast dinner, games and movies, which is about as perfect as it can get for us. It will be nice to be in each other’s company between the chaos of visiting all the relatives.