Kalah Allen

I hate that it bums people out that I don't like Christmas, so I pretend that there is some teeny-tiny little thing that makes it special somehow—like my heart will grow three times its normal size given just the right combination of cinnamon-clove-scented Glade and a slowly dying pine in the living room. I was horribly and relentlessly abused throughout my childhood, and Christmas is when the nightmare would go into overdrive, so all I'd like to do is get blackout drunk and pretend it doesn't exist. So... yeah. I'm not super into Christmas, and it would be nice if I could politely say so without people acting like I just broke a kitten in half.—Anonymous