That’s where I’ll attempt to hide out until after the holidays. Thanksgiving is now fading away in the rear-view mirror, and all I have to look forward to now is….um….nothing. I DETEST Christmas. Oh, of course, I love the REASON for the season, but what’s that got to do with Christmas? Once again we’re buying presents for the grandkids only, so I’ll sneak into the store one weekday mid-morning, do the deed, then slither back to my underground lair.
I’ll come out for the family get-together with my brother and my wonderful daughters and their families, and we’ll have to visit K’s folks, too, but hopefully not much more than that. Oh, and K’s company Christmas party. Where do employers get the idea we want to hang out with our co-workers outside of work hours? Do they see us hanging around together after work the other 364 days a year? A tip off should be that they wait until the end of the annual Christmas party to have the prize drawings (really nice big TV’s and such), but once that’s over with, we all bolt for the door.
We’ll make the mandatory appearances, and of course go to church like we do every Sunday, and hope that our excuses will be good enough to not hurt feelings when we decline invitations to party with people we barely know.
One of my biggest nightmares was during those years before K when my cousin would invite me to their house for the BIG family Christmas bash. These might as well have been 75 people out of the Dallas phone book, as I didn’t know any of them. There were cousins there so far removed I didn’t even know what branch of the family tree they perched on. It was a nice gesture on my cousin’s part, but after doing that one year, I managed to convince them I really was a secret agent, and my services were urgently needed in the far east. Amazing how I’m only on-call in December, isn’t it? 
Yep, sounds like a plan to me. 
S