Despite my unwillingness, I am now fully surrounded by holiday cheer. I do not think of myself as a "Scrooge" per se, but my aversion to all things Christmas might seem a bit out of sync with the American tradition.
Hanging up Christmas décor seems not only like a waste of time, but a waste of space in a one-bedroom apartment that has precious little. It just seems so defeating to don my home with stuff that will only stay up for a month. And if I get lazy, and don't take them down until January 10, I will look positively stupid.
Besides, no one ever comes over anyway, except my boyfriend, who has agreed that we will not celebrate Christmas when we get married.
If I say any of these things to people in an attempt to explain why I don't like this time of year, they look at me as though they don't understand at all. "Why, Ryan, how come you don't like to put up a tree? Or hang lights?"
Because I don't think it's worth the hastle, that's why. If I'm going to redecorate or put up new things in my apartment, I want it to be legitimate. Maybe a sale at World Market or smoke damage would be better reasons to reassess how my apartment is decorated than the birth of a guy I'm not entirely convinced deserves all the fuss.
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