Okay, so I probably don't have the authority to do a WYFP diary, but WTF!
FWIW I'm sitting here alone in my house on Christmas Eve. Not for long, but it's still kind of a strange feeling.
Let's face it: A lot of people hate the holidays. I used to be one of them. I wished I could go some place where Christmas simply didn't exist. Cuba? I've heard it's nice there. I met someone from Sri Lanka a few weeks ago and I asked them about it -- they said they did indeed ceelebrate Christmas there, and then reminded me of the Tsunami that hit them two years ago, making quite possibly the worst Christmas in history for them. After that I didn't feel so bad, in fact I felt kind of like an idiot for feeling so sorry for myself.
Anyway, now I have kids, and it's great to have Christmas for the kids, except for that godawful childish letdown after the presents have been opened and they hit you with that "IS THIS ALL THERE IS!?" thing.
I've always had terrible luck in December. In my life, money goes away, people die, jobs end, injuries happen. It got to the point where I try to simply keep my head down and hope for the best. This year wasn't that bad -- I tore a muscle in my leg back in November that kept me from working up until last week, then my disability claim got completely screwed up in bureaucratic hell, and I had my usual annual money problems, which are now somewhat remedied, although still definitely what I'd call "sub par".
At any rate, here's your chance to bitch and moan about the holidays and your Christmas misfortunes. Why not?
If you're here and reading this, it can't be THAT great. Right?