Believe it or not I do not celebrate Xmas, so as the story says during said season this mouse is not stirring. I actually rather like Xmas and think it would be a bit condescending to enlighten people on it’s pagan origins. If they haven’t done their research, they are just stoopid.
My only gripe with the holiday is that all my pals celebrate it, so there is no one to play with around the holidays and offices are closed, so I can’t even distract myself with work.
I really should just buy that sad little Charlie Brown tree that I pass everyday on the way home, because as always — I identify with that tree. It’s like if you are not an ginormouse, fuck-off Rockefeller sized tree, you’re not with the program.
I guess it is all still part of last month being broken and this not being the best year I’ve ever had. This is why I like Thanksgiving the best, because you are asked to find the silver linings in life, kill a large game bird and eat it.
Ending my relationship, getting ditched on Turkey Day and having my B-Day forgotten by the most important people in my life isn’t so bad if I am asked to look at the good stuff; like having a great job, great friends and a cool ass new Mousepad.