Sparkly Lights & Holiday Cheer

& Drawings, Oh My!

Why does it always feel like it’s July and then it’s suddenly two weeks before Christmas? I suspect an inter-dimensional wormhole is at play. Either that or I chronically live in my head, leading my perception of time to be dramatically warped.

I used to suppress my love of Christmas in fear of being considered “basic” (Gasp! A woman enjoying something! Hurry, project your self-loathing onto her before she infects others with her sickness!)

But I’m a complete sucker for all the sparkly lights, like a… like a…

Hmm, can’t think of a good simile.

But the decorations are just so fucking sparkly, and pretty, and joyful!

I’m so appreciative of all the festivities we get to share in the cold dark month that is December. And when you consider how many Christmas traditions are actually Pagan solstice traditions, suddenly it’s like, yeah that’s the point!

Pagans of yore knew seasonal depression so well that they were like— fuck it, let’s celebrate this pain, which is fuckin’ metal.

I dread when the holidays end and it’s just dark and cold.

I’ve been walking through my neighborhood trying to stare down the Christmas lights like I’m burning their spirits into my eyes for eternity. Don’t leave me sparkly cheer! I must preserve you alongside three hundred iPhone photos that I will never look at again! The desperation is palpable, but that’s just how I roll, what can I tell you?

I’m really glad that I finally stopped being such a hater and started enjoying the cringe of life. It is a monumentally better way to live.

Now, where’s my fuckin’ Santa hat? Hop in loser, we’re going caroling.

JK that sounds scary.

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