Ho Ho Ho, Merry Christmas.
Except it's not. It never is.
I look at my family's Christmas tree; about seven years old, missing some pieces, half of the lights are blinking, and the other half don't even work, with absolutely no presents under it, and I think "pathetic".
Actually, pathetic is what you would call any "holiday" at our house.
We're not like other families.
For Thanksgiving, my mother, father and grandfather ate chicken & drank cheap wine downstairs in the kitchen, and I locked myself in my room & made reaquantence with my good friend Jerry Springer.
I can't even remember a good holiday with my parents. And, birthdays aren't all too great either.
I mean, the best birthday I've ever had was back when me, my parents & my grandfather lived in our old "poor" apt. You know the two story kind that had four apartments? My family lived in the front half apt. of the second floor, & there were some kids in the second half. I think it was my fifth birthday, some kids in the neighborhood came over & we had a party. I'm sure it wasn't all that great. Everything seems so much better when you're younger.
&, I guess, the only time I've had a real holiday was this one Thanksgiving back when I was about 9. We moved into a new apt. & would you believe it, two months later we got kicked out for some reason or another. My mom & my dad got into a fight over my uncle on my dad's side (who's a total drunk, might I add) and they split up for a while.
Me & my mom went to live with my aunt and uncle on my mom's side for a little, & me & my mom had Thanksgiving with them.
I've never seen so many people, or so much food.
and I never will again.
Holidays can kiss my ass | 
