I hate this time of the year

I hate Christmas. I hate the forced scurrying around, the fake happiness, the pressure to do all the Christmas-y things.

Or maybe what I really hate is not being in a family situation where Christmas-y things are expected and get done. Because I love Christmas lights, Christmas cards, Christmas parties. I love Midnight Mass, getting my picture taken with Santa, cookie exchanges, and going caroling.

But I married somebody with no family traditions, and no interest in establishing them.

If he really loved me, he would understand how I feel about Christmas lights. If he really loved me, when I tell him that I am depressed about Christmas, instead of telling me that I should just deal with it, he would understand that what I need him to do is go hang some Christmas lights.

Just needed to get that off my chest. Sigh.