Christmas blues.

I cannot tell you how much I hate family time. Its not that I hate it (Only the moments spent with Brooke*) Its such a bore. Especially christmas, all of its magic is sucked out of it. Santa doesnt exist, and my Mom doesnt fill the void in my heart that he left. She left gift lists, receipts, and gifts lying around the house this year. Unwrapped, unexplained, and uncool. Half the fun of Christmas is snooping around. Poking and shaking presents to hear the jingles** of the presents behind the beautiful paper.
It doesnt help that my mother's niece and nephew were lobotomized***. Their father is a principal, which demands that they act as mild mannered, scholarly, and sportastic as each occasion requires. I hate them, they come over my house and eat all this shit, and dont even provide decent conversation. Their portly father and their batshit-nervous mother only cough up free movie tickets. While my Mom showers their son with 2 movies and a video game. Thats around a 100 dollars worth of free shit, all because of a family tree blessing. Fucker..
*Homicidal Bitch Extrodanaire.
**Games,DvDs, and CDs dont jingle. LAME! Product makers, make more sound hints.
***In a sense... Theres alot that church, Madden, and Holiday punch can do to you.