There’s nobody to give me presents anymore. I don’t have a family left to celebrate the holiday with, no friends either. I barely decorate.
But there’s still one thing from my childhood I still try to honor and that’s having a stocking of candy. If not, small gifts.
I refuse to engage with other people’s holiday shit until I have visual confirmation of Hans Grueber falling from the Nakatomi Plaza building.
That one started when I was like 10 and usually happens within a week of thanksgiving. I try to avoid other Xmas stuff whenever I can. It’s a rough holiday (season) for me, kinda always has been even as a kid, and I don’t have anyone to spend it with anyway.