I’m not even gonna lie, Halloween is my favorite holiday. I like the spookiness, the creepiness, the costumes, and mostly that it’s a community holiday with kids as an excuse to walk around and meet the neighbors. St. Patrick’s Day is pretty cool, and Fat Tuesday, as long as I can ignore the religious crap that comes along with them. I love New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day with all the fond memories of new years I’ve ushered in with people I love. Thanksgiving’s alright, I suppose. I like the food. But the winter holidays around the solstice are lovely in their own right.

Seattle, 2020

I didn’t always care much for Christmas. Too much stress, too much Jesus being rammed down my throat. I resent the sort of Christian who cries about the “War on Christmas”. Go fuck yourself. “Merry Christmas” has been weaponized to the point where I won’t utter the phrase and be associated with the human garbage who has turned it into a cudgel, despite the fact that Christmas is the winter holiday I celebrate most.

But Christmas has grown on me as the years since the kids have grown have passed. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t miss fretting about whether I’ve remembered everything and picked up everything and cooked everything and wrapped everything and whatever everything. But I do miss spending Christmas morning with Germy Coitus Trophy Numero Onesy and The Boy Pup.

I’ve spent the last several Christmases as a guest in someone else’s home, and every single one of them has made me feel loved and appreciated. And the Christmas immediately preceding all that was quite probably the worst of my life. But this year, for the first time since 2015, I’ll be celebrating Christmas in a place I call home.

I wish the kids could be here, but y’know, there’s a pandemic on. And there’s an entire continent between us now. Life goes on, and Christmases change, and people come and go, and money ebbs and flows, and I guess the important thing is to do your best to hang on to the holiday spirit, no matter what holiday(s) you celebrate in winter.

I’m trying.

Goodnight, and Grease for Peace.

P.S. Also, vote out every fucking racist, misogynist, xenophobic, homophobic, bigoted piece of human shit with an R after their name. Voting in Novembers will go a long way toward making Decembers better for everyone.

This post is a part of another round of the 52-week challenge photography project. I’ll post the pieces on Tuesdays, and this is the shot for this week. Click the camera icon above to see the other pieces for this project, or just click here.