Merry Christmas Eve Eve. This year is my first Christmas in New York, so I'm spending it in Philadelphia. I have up on traditions a long time ago; now my tradition is doing something different every year. I'm looking forward to Philadelphia. I assume it will be a winter wonderland, even though New York isn't yet a winter wonderland and we're north of Philly. I still believe some magical will happen, just because it's Christmas.
I walk a find line between Christmas curmudgeon and the opposite of that. It's like being bipolar for Christmas. I like the candy, I think the trees are pretty, and I enjoy Christmas episodes and movies. I'll even tolerate the gift giving. I even went into Macy's just to see the damned decorations and I suffered through the hell that was the tree lighting, just to try to capture the magic. Oh, I enjoy Christmas music too. Most of it, anyway. So I guess I'm not really that curmudgeonly when it comes to Christmas. I guess I really do like it. But I don't love it. That's where I put my foot down.
This year, I'm looking forward to getting wine drunk with my friend Jen and her dog Dora, and the rest of the family I don't know but who are being kind enough to let me spend Christmas with them. And then some Chinese food. Merry Christmas, indeed.
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