Thanksgiving is over so it's officially Christmas.

Christmas has never been my favourite time of the year. There’s no snow, Santa or presents; insetad I get forcefed through every sense organ images of happy people in their happy families.


This is not my life.

While everyone's dining, partying or playing poker, I'd be watching Home Alone on TV for the 156th time. And after I get fat from eating all those candy canes and log cakes, I’d worry about the future. The future meaning transitioning into the New Year and feeling unbearably old.

So while I am enjoying my eggnogg latte and jazzy christmas tunes now, I can’t wait for Christmas to be over. Yet, this/next year may be different because:
- I have flexible working hours (one of the perks of being a labber)
- I have a lot of money
- I’ve stopped counting how old I am. Sadly, I’m neither wine nor cheese but at least I’ll get cheaper car insurance at the price of saggier skin.

So even if there’s no snow or Santa, at least there’ll be presents. And even if I have to watch a few more romcoms to get me through the season, at least I can go to cinemas on a quiet weekday afternoon (and be the only person in the theatre, or only person who with a non-senior citizen ticket). Life has a way of going on. Now, if only I can sleep earlier and cut down on my chardonnay consumption, I’m pretty sure I can stay alive for a little longer.

I remember we were driving driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone