I really don’t like the holiday season.

I just like the days that don’t have a reason.

No reason to clean or to cook for two days,

no reason to small talk a whole day away.

I don’t like the stress of high expectations.

Putting up, taking down, the fake decorations.

I’m sure that most people would call me a Grench,

who likes spoiling fun with my big monkey wrench.

I guess this began when I had to do

most of the work to prepare and get through.

It becomes overwhelming the older you get.

All the emotional energy spent.

Trying to please the family and friends,

that’s why I can’t wait til all of it ends.

That’s why after New Years I feel like a weight

is off of my shoulders so then I celebrate

the days I have left that don’t have a reason.

Until once again it is holiday season.