Non-Sprout

Its that time of the year again. Bells. Lights. Trees. Gifts. Santa. His red nosed employee. Marzipan. Fudge. Diabetes. Worm medicine. Tooth ache.

No typical Alice rant today. Its that time of the year, that compels the evil skimpy clothes princess to wear clothes. That means that I'm not mad at her. Yet I had to mention her, or my blog post would have an odd vacuum within it that would suck out all the enthusiasm of reading it. Wait, what enthusiasm?

Yes, its Christmas. Its the regular cold Christmas I have to suffer year after year. Warm wishes from cold people. Cold wishes from cold people. Bitchy looks from semi frozen blondes-with-black-hair. This much, is digestible. It changed two years ago. Christmas brought love. Last year, it took love away. This year, he might most probably be married by Christmas. The problem is, that this Christmas will be a blank Christmas. Not happy, not sad, just blank.

Why you ask? Why blank when there are so many people around, who love you? Simple - I don't love them back. Its easy for happy people to love. Its somewhat harder for sad people to love. Its close to impossible for blank people to love. We're talking major blankness here. We're talking about 'cat stuck in fish bowl' blank, '5 seconds after a wall along a Mumbai road is painted' blank, 'Paris Hilton in a kindergarten classroom' blank.

Joy can be spread. Sorrow shared. What do you do with a blank Christmas?
I look at people rush through shops hunting down the last good cardboard boxes to pack sweets in, fighting over dresses and shoes, putting up decorations. Ironically, "Blue Christmas" is playing in the background.