Someone asked "What does Thanksgiving mean to you?" and I answered:
"It means the season of endless socializing events I can't get out of is starting up. Dinners and parties and constant chatter. It means trying to think about gifts for people. It is the start of the hated holiday season, season of overwhelming confusion and stress... I can't wait until it is over! New Years day though, marks the return to calm and normalcy, where I can avoid people and not be seen as a jerk, that is my holiday, when it's over anyway."
I could have gone on with comments about the endless commercialized pressure to DO-BUY-SPEND etc. but it's mostly the forced nature of the thing that gets to me. I can't opt out no matter how much I really want to, not without being called a Grinch or a Scrooge or just a jerk. So I suffer through it all and try to be nice about it. Even though by the end of December I'm ready to explode, or maybe melt down. I really do hate this time of year.
Sincerely yours, Ebeneezer.