Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays! Festivus for the Rest of Us!
No matter the case, I hope this season has been merry and bright for you.

My Christmas season has been a big nothing as far as festivities go. The jobs keep me bogged down, as well as the biting feeling I need to keep the grindstone spinning on my personal projects.
I am in no position to complain when hospitals and other care facilities exist. Working for multiple newspapers this time of year is difficult. All have early deadlines, and all overlap. I've survived one week of it as of this writing, but New Year's Day creates a second week of the same peril. The added bonus is I need to try to take Christmas off to rest. It likely will not happen.
But maybe that bakes into my antitraditionalist aesthetic. I don't do tradition, at least not in the... traditional sense. Forgetfulness is a huge suite in the mansion of my neurodivergence. It’s fast outpacing my inattentiveness and social anxiety, but I like it the least because it’s the hardest to find a workaround.
These three afflictions equal to me either forgetting to do the requisite prep work to celebrate, or enthusiastically beginning the prep work only to tucker out after a day and switch gears to something else, never to return to the original task.
As it goes, sometimes I get a real Christmas tree, sometimes we draw a tree on a cardboard cutout (still technically wood!). Sometimes we roast a turkey, sometimes we have grilled cheese. Sometimes I get my family a thoughtful gift, sometimes I throw a gift card at them and say “good luck.”
I suppose, in the end, being notorious for not having a tradition tends to become a tradition itself. I enjoy the postmodern nature of the concept enough to embrace it.
One year, I will do it the right and proper way, but people who know me will consider the most untraditional thing of all.
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