Christmas

I am always taking care of others. I wanted a quite Christmas to myself. No! God decided that this Christmas, I will have family and friends boarding the VIA Rail and coming over. Now I have to pick them up from the station. Driving downtown is a nightmare. I have to decorate the Christmas tree with ornaments. I have no ornaments. I have use lights. I will be judged. My tree is always judged. My cooking is always judged by the grannies and aunties. The lasagna has to be perfect. My pies look rustic. They have to be perfect. The cookies have to be perfect. Maybe I will just buy stuff from Eataly and pass it off as I cooked it. No, I cannot do that. I am honest. There will be minors, so I need to hide the wine and the liquor. There goes my yearly Christmas rum cake. Bye Christmas rum cake. I have to think of good gifts and wrap the presents with gift wrapping paper and ribbon. The bathroom has to be sparkling. I have to remove every last bit of dirt. All the bed sheets need to be washed and ironed.
I have a job too. How much can a woman do? This is too much pressure. And guess what? I am not even Christian. So I can imagine the pressure the Holidays bring on the Christians.

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anonymous Other October 19, 2025 at 7:36 pm 0 0