Seasons Greetings from The Grinch

I am sick of.....

the (tired) holiday cheer;
the syrupy holiday music blaring everywhere (even in men’s rooms! Don’t wanna hear Hark the Angels while I pee!);

the color RED everywhere;
all things grotesquely candied;
the gingerbread house fuss;
the frosty filigree;
the furbelowed show-windows;
the garish frill, flounce and festooning;
that exhausted little holiday doodad staring at me at the pharmacy checkout counter;
the swarms of “tree-people” clicking pics of THAT DARN TREE;
the Sequined & Spangled Starbucks and the comeback of the much-revered Gingerbread Latte (sic!);
the Madness of Macy's;
the smelly, sweaty, “ and very suspect” SANTAs trolling everywhere;
the LOUD bells and DESPERATE cries of Salvation Army “demanding” money;
the mad dash for thoughtless gifts (followed by the mad dash to return them);
the icy, over-in-a-second, snappy, unaffecting “Happy Holidays!” wishes,….....
(DEEP SIGH)
Is January 2nd here yet????

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!
Love,
Me