It's Over

So it's over. I survived another Christmas. No disrespect intended for the actual meaning of the time but much disrespect for how many people and businesses observe it. I can't explain my attitude but it's my least favorite time of the year. I'd likely feel much differently if my mom was still around or if I had children. For the past ten years I've looked forward to when it was over. So please don't use the standard greeting and ask me how my Christmas was. I'll either walk by you without answering or outright lie and tell you what I think you want to hear and feel badly about lying to you or I'll be brutally honest .... which I'm sure you don't want to hear.