I am a fan of Christmas. I'm that person that gets really excited in September because Christmas is only 3 months away. I decorate, I shop endlessly and agonize over the perfect gift, I tip like crazy, and I walk around feeling like everyone I see must be infected with the same joy I am, so I smile at them all.
But not this year.
I've noticed that it tends to be a little later each year that I start to get REALLY excited. But then I spend those 2 weeks hopping around. It's now the 21st and I haven't decorated our apartment. My mother-in-law is apparently heartbroken about this. I've somehow disappointed her by not being excited about Christmas. I have bought presents and I did give the pizza guy a $5 tip today. I sent Christmas cards. I think it's pretty telling that my favorite song this year is 'Fairytale of New York' by the Pogues. I must've listened to it 10 times today. I've posted the lyrics below. My favorite verse is the sixth one. My favorite line is "Happy Christmas your arse/I pray God it's our last.
It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you.
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true.
They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me.
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night.
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day.
You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last.
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you.
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4 comments:
oh no! even grumpy corey got into our tree eventually! maybe you should come sit on our porch and enjoy our icicle lights. or perhaps some of the neighbors' flashing sled displays and/or inflatable grinch dolls on their roofs.
I will admit, I am normally not an overly thrilled person about Christmas, but I can usually get into it a little bit. But this year, even though I am surrounded by children that still believe and that are extremely excited about Christmas, I am just not feeling it at all.
you could start doing yoga
Man, you know you're not feeling the holidays when your favorite song is THE MOST DEPRESSING CHRISTMAS SONG EVAR!!! Seriously, that song made it onto so many Xmas mix tapes back when I was goth.
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