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The holidays tend to stress me out. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I’m all Scrooge, but I do get a bit overwhelmed.

I don’t know if it is because I found out my mother had terminal cancer during the holiday season or if it is more about that there is an inadequacy I feel. Is it driving from one home to the other when I just want to be in my pajamas at home. It’s a lot to ponder but I’m probably overthinking it.

Do I like the holiday? I do. Do I want to feel all giddy? Yes, of course. More than I can explain. Do I think Santa is an evil elf that hasn’t bought me a present in 35 years? That goes without saying.

So what am I thankful for as let’s not put the cart before the horse. I am thankful for bad reality television. I am thankful that everyone in my family is healthy. I am thankful for, the time being, I’m employed. I am thankful that clowns have not stolen my eyes.

I feel a hermit phase going on. It happens every year. I will spend Thanksgiving with the people I love and then look toward a busy month filled with dozens of Santas. I will also seek validity from within.

Odd post, I know.

I talk about a lot of crap here at Newscoma. It’s either charming or annoying.