Bah Humbug....

Sometimes you can't see the giant flaw in a plan when it starts out.

Yesterday, Jenna and I met at Yorkdale to do Christmas shopping. If we had actually planned it more, I'm not sure we could have had a worse idea that was still legal.

I'm not a fan of crowds, she doesn't like having stange people bump into her. We share a blinding hatred for Christmas music. She openly admits she doesn't like Christmas, and I can't say I'm a fan of this overly commercialised excuse for a holiday, either.

I remember I used to like it. In fact, I used to love it. Of course, that was when I was 8 and got up at like 4:30am to a pile of toys that rivaled the snow outside... you know, back when we used to get snow around Christmas.

Now? It's nice, I guess... but mostly because I get time off, and get to relax and eat my parents' cooking for a few days. Oh, and drinking in the morning is fun, too. (when my dad and I hit the egg nog while my mum puts the turkey in, ensuring neither of us will have to drive into town that night has turned into one of my favourite traditions!) But Christmas in and of itself? Screw off. It's not my cuppa tea. The crowds and bullshit overconsumption actually turn me off. A lot. I don't have a single item in my apartment that would indicate that it's not May. And I haven't in years. It's not me, and I doubt it will be any time soon. It might say a lot that in recent years, my favourite Christmas movie bar none is Bad Santa.

Anyway, needless to say our attempt at shopping was an unmitigated failure.