I am a self-purported SCROOGE. I find Christmas stressful, I get pissed at the mall and I actually shouldered someone out of the way on my way to the subway yesterday. (Not a proud moment, I'm usually a pretty even keeled kind of gal.) To the world, I present a firmly "bah humbug" kind of attitude.
But, deep down, I can't stop myself from getting excited about it.
I love buying presents for people. And the hubby and I grocery shopped tonight for all of his favourite meals to eat over the 3 whole days I have off! In a row! We have a cute little tree. I bought the stuff to make cookies....
But I don't even want to be excited. Being excited often means being let down when it doesn't hold up to your expectations. Mind you, I don't really have high expectations about it, I just can't squash the Christmas in the cockels of my heart.
Yup.
