I hate Christmas. That is to say I hate the consumerism under the guise of Christmas. It’s become a Pavlovian stimulus to get people to buy shit, coupled with a media induced set of expectation of how to live and what to during December.
I live my life how I want. It’s perfect and Christmas is disruptive to that balance. If I had my way every day would be a weekday. Only those with shitty lives look forward to weekends and holidays.
This year though I had one of the best Christmas moments as an adult. Every year I spend Christmas traveling. My work makes us take 2 weeks off during the holidays and my city becomes dead during that time.
I’d go stir crazy if I stayed home doing nothing. So I take the opportunity to explore new countries.
This year the girl I call “little me“, one of my regular girls, was spending some quality time with me before the break knowing it will be 3 plus weeks without seeing each other (like last year).
She teased me by playing Christmas music on my speakers knowing my grinchy ways. But it just fit and so I let it roll. We spent the day fucking and enjoying each other’s company all day, baking a paleo cake together in my kitchen.
It felt natural, like it’s supposed to be. I won’t ever have a monogamous relationship again. But her and I have seen each other weekly now for almost 2 years. She knows the deal and appreciates it and me for who I am. She’s grown up a lot since we met and it feels good to have a girl who’s grown in to me.
I’ll remember that day as one of the best adult Christmas’s ever. No expectations, no gifts, just the joy of each other’s company and the long terms fruits of our growing together.