Birthdays>Christmas

For those of you who do not know, I do not celebrate Christmas. On a larger scale, my mom’s side of the family will come together on this holiday and spend time with one another, usually with wine and finger foods, and it is a great and wonderful time. This is an every year tradition that we all have become accustomed to, but this year was different for me.

I never really get into the Christmas spirit, mainly because it is not my holiday. I go hard for birthdays. Birthdays allow me to individually celebrate my friends and family and thank them for being around me, as well as giving me the opportunity to buy them something that they truly wanted, not just whatever is on sale at Target. Birthday’s are better because there is cake, stories about your friends, and cute group photos. Birthday’s have always been better than Christmas for me.

Christmas is a holiday for a person I do not believe in, never have believed in, and probably will never believe in. It is a time where everyone is super agitated, frustrated, and broke. There is never a Christmas where everyone sticks to their budget and gets everyone exactly what they wanted. Birthdays on the other hand allow that specific person who you all believe in and love to be celebrated for completing another rotation around the sun. Birthday’s are more spread out so your bank account is not in the red for a few months afterward, and you only have to buy one or two things for that person, not the whole damn store.

Maybe I am a Scrooge for not caring more about a weird holiday that brings a lot of people anxiety and depression, but hey we cannot all be Cindy Lou Who. I will happily be the Scrooge every year if it means that I can celebrate my friends in big ways on their actual day.

But alas, this is just another thing I tell my therapist.