Not being Christian, I get a little more... uncomfortable with Christmas every year. Mom and Dad made me go to the Christmas Eve service at church, as per usual. Not that they're super-religious. They're sort of your average casual Christians. I think they just go to the service every year because it's mostly carol-singing and little toddlers in angel costumes flapping up and down the aisles to "Hark the Herald Angels Sing." But... eughh... It just gives me the wiggins, a little bit.
I think maybe I'll celebrate the solstice from now on.
I think maybe I'll celebrate the solstice from now on.