Christmas. Decorations are up, bazaars are being set, and malls are playing those annoying attempts to pop-ize age-old Christmas carols (i.e. remixing Carol of the Bells with a Sexbomb medley). It also means more work with everyone trying to squeeze in projects to add into the clutter of all this holiday hoollaballoo or just plain rushing things because deadlines are on the first week of January. As we all know, December is a dead month (ironically).

At home, my mother went light-happy. She bought a whole trove of Christmas lights from Divisoria and flung them all over the house. We have the traditional kapiz parol, the little white strip of lights, the blinking rainbow lights, and hey, we even got blinking stars. We got an entire blanket of little colorful bulbs covering the wall (they blink too). You can literally see our house a block away. I am literally living in a yellow house with blinking lights.

I may just be a crank. All around me, it's screaming Christmas. Up until I get home, I am greeted by Star City on my lawn. But, nope, not feeling it yet. Maybe when the stress eases up (right).

Sigh. What to do. What to do...