Holiday Lonelies

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Trigger warning! You may want to shoot me after this, written when I was a much sillier girl than I have grown into…

Do you find yourself feeling alone at holiday times?

Do you wish the societal and social pressures of “happy shiny family gatherings” would just evaporate?

I do.

That is not to say I don’t appreciate those images but what I do appreciate is that the representation is almost entirely false.

You see, they left out that Aunt Marg will get so drunk she’ll walk right out of her bloomers in the loo and leave her wine low enough that little Micky can reach it.

You think Aunt Marg is a bad drunk?

You’ve never seen little Micky.

Up he jumps onto any lap that will have him (closer to the booze that way), clowning and performing as all good children and pets are trained to do.

Why is this so odd? Because he is normally a shy, retiring type  of six years who prefers to retreat to his room and play whenever the family descend for the holidays.

Booze changes people.

Adults will forget they left their drinks within such easy reach. They will be pretty tanked themselves and think it quite cute when Micky acts up.

By the time he finds Aunt Marg’s bloomers, she won’t need them because she will be at the handsome single neighbor man’s house doing who knows what with who knows who but at least he won’t be alone for Christmas this year.

And Oh! The arguments. Doesn’t everyone just love a good old fashioned argument?

Unless it’s all of your siblings at it because they are already arguing about who will host the next arguing holiday. 

Who will have Mom and Dad, who will take the Easter dinner…

With the advent of so many blended families and divorce about as common as marriage, children and step children are being argued over – who will they be with next – who will have them for how long and when – when all they care about is getting back home to their friends who let them just be children… no matter the occasion, no matter what they are eating. Saying thank you for their gifts can be the end of the holiday for most will not be seen again until the next Christmas… Well, perhaps on their birthday. If the parents are lucky.

Then you have your cliques. You know. The same group hang with the same group no matter the occasion.

You can just feel the air growing sharp with sarcasm they don’t say loud enough to hear but that’s okay, their mutually rolling eyeballs and gestures do all the talking they couldn’t be bothered walking.  It doesn’t matter what the event or occasion, this bunch can find a corner in a round room from which to dispense and exchange their snide remarks about everyone else at the gathering. (Did you see what she WORE??? Oh, he certainly has been off the wagon so long the wheels have rusted. Get a load of that stuffing – mushrooms? Who puts mushrooms in their stuffing? I don’t know whatever possessed her to think she could even make home made gravy…)


Dear Jesus, I pray at such times, despite the fact I am neither Christian nor a religious follower of any sort only rather a free spirited spirit all my own, kindly let me drop dead before Easter. I just can’t listen to this gong show one more time. Amen. And thank you.

And check out Grandpa Reggie. He’s fast asleep by the fire, his hearing aids safely tucked away at home.

Save for passing him a plate of food and  chunk of overbaked pumpkin pie, he doesn’t really join in or pay much attention to anything any more.

Appears Grandpa Reggie is the only one with the way to do Christmas down pat, all alone despite all the lovely people.

Everyone vows they won’t be doing this again. The long highway drive through near white out conditions.  Nossir.  The planning, the buying, the ideas all burst like every good cartoon bubble above the characters’ heads. Not going through this ever again. 

What a bunch of liars.

(c) 2006 JAM (AuroraMorealist)

(photo credit: Wikipedia)

10 thoughts on “Holiday Lonelies

  1. Janis, that was great!! OMG I stopped attending gatherings of one side of the family years ago. It was just so much contrived bs I decided to be the only honest one and not go anymore. What a relief !!
    Your article made me laugh out loud not just lol. I had an uncle who got so drunk every year once he passed out face first in his mashed potatoes. Then my mom would make me take my auntie to the bathroom because she would get so drunk she saw things and would get lost in the 3 bedroom one story house. Eventually my uncle would lock her im the car, especially after she yelled, “where’s my F’n beer?”
    My father always just on the crest of being a total bastard but disguising it as “humor” and laughing declaring everyone was too sensitive and couldn’t take a joke.
    My other auntie didn’t drink, she didn’t need booze to be nasty and caused a fight that lasted 4 christmases by asking my other auntie how she got the little dumplings in the gravy.
    Tons of fun!!

    • It is for most of us, too, I think that’s why we do it again and again… and … again… lol Why else… ;) It’s always fun wherever I am because my writer eyes always see many sides of the situation. Not always fun at the time but sometimes makes for fun writing, lol. As long as you don’t use any real world names ;) Thanks for visiting, Lindy :D

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