25 December 2011

I've Had Worse Christmases

That's going to be my mantra for today. Maybe not as catchy as "Peace on Earth, good will toward men" or even a simple "Merry Christmas", but if it works for me, why not? I decided not to go to the "family" gathering that has become the default Christmosity since the death of nearly everyone in my family. They're my bro-in-law's folk and I'm ashamed to say that it wasn't the racism, sexism, homophobia and rampant tea-party sentiments that kept me away (though those are huge negatives, I was nonetheless willing to sell my soul for dinner), nor even the questionable decision to serve Brunswick stew for the holiday meal, a dish I despise but would nonetheless eat, because hey, food. No, it was the pants.