So it's Christmas Eve.
I've consumed a bottle of wine by myself.
We ate spaghetti.
I am now in the basement, watching 'A Christmas Story'.
Now I will sit alone until the broski's and their families come over tomorrow at lunch time.
Hooray for lame-o Christmases.
Not.
I am excited to not have to work tomorrow.
You have no idea how excited I am.
But this is lame.
My bro's spend most of their time with their wife's families, and the rest of us are left in the dust.
One of my brother's would rather not have to go over to the houses damn near ever week, but the other bro could care less about us.
He only calls when he needs something.
Holidays aren't enjoyable anymore.
I would rather not even celebrate them.
Too much drama.
I keep my mouth shut 99% of the time, because my oldest brother is the only one that I can talk to about it, mainly because he thinks the same way I do.
Tomorrow I will endure the isolation, and smile simply for my nieces and nephews.
I would rather be hanging out on the farm with the cows.
For now I will sit, with my wine, and fall asleep in front of the fireplace.
Your anti-christmas elf,
Bamf
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