Some words: Christmas blear

Today I’m pretending it’s not the H-word. I’ve spent the last two weeks trying to ignore it. Soon, I will be busy ignoring the ridiculous lead-up to the C-word. (Not that one.) Although to be honest, I’ve been doing that since mid-September. Yep. That early.

I’m tired of it all. I’ve said before that, having no beliefs in these areas, holidays mean nothing to me. They’re gaudy, drawn-out, over-commercialised circuses of mass consumption, and they make me horribly uncomfortable.
I know it doesn’t have to be that way for the individual, but being inescapably surrounded by it for months of the year makes me want to avoid all of it altogether. It’s, like, celebration fatigue. There are so many ‘special’ occasions, and they’re made into such productions, that I just don’t want any of it any more.
Maybe I need to start thinking of my own celebrations.