I used to love the Holiday Season. Thanksgiving, Christmas...they used to be so much fun. I loved hanging out with my brothers, getting into trouble and eating traditional, home cooked food.

Nowadays, I'm beginning to really dislike the season. Thanksgiving always turns into a battle of wills between my wife and I about where we are going to spend the Holiday. For the last several years, we've been going to her family's celebrations, and that's cool. I like her family and get along with all of them. I'm usually bored beyond belief and don't have the comfort foods I grew up with, but I understand the need for my lady to spend special time with her family. Thing is, she doesn't feel the same towards me and my family. As a result, things got pretty heated around the house when I told her that I was bailing out on going to her sister's house. It got to the point that I was dreading Thanksgiving, and that's just not right. I couldn't take it anymore, and I stood up for how I felt. In the time since, she's cooled off and I think that she's come around to my line of thinking. I can't help but think that her family might've helped me in that regard, by suggesting it's perfectly okay for us to do separate celebrations. I've already told her that next Thanksgiving, WE'RE hosting. Shoot...I can cook. Like a MoFo.

And now here comes Christmas. There's too many problems to list for this one. I'll just list the majors. Like shelling out boco bucks for new tires. Safety first! Right? Yeah, but say goodbye to NFL playoff tickets and bigger ticket gifts. Then there's my boss who is obsessed with humiliating my colleagues and I, by volunteering us to perform for the office decorating contest. There's also the office party with forced mingling, which I've already pulled out of. I'd rather just work.

Who am I kidding? I'll bitch and complain, but I'll probably be singing carols with the rest of em, come Christmas.