Christmas. A week away.

I hate the holidays. Hate them. No, I'm not a scrooge, I just have this thing where I don't like being obligated to get gifts. It seriously makes me loath the coming of Christmas day. I love giving them, I'm totally fine with that part. I love picking them out, wrapping them up and seeing the recipient (hopefully) enjoy them. If I could do just that part I'd be fine. As it is, that's not the way it works. I'd really just like to go away for the weekend and come home to Christmas being totally over with. That would be nice. This year more than ever though. I'm just too poor to give the people I love anything but maybe a hug and I'm hating every second of it. Yeah, I know the season is about being together but it's become too commercial to not feel that if you don't have something to give back you're kind of a shmuck. And I WANT to give, but I just can't so I'd like for next Monday to just be skipped over entirely.