And so, it's Christmas Eve.  Was telling the boys at work yesterday how much allure that my Sister and I used to put into Christmas Eve Eve because of how much we looked forward going to Grandma Aumann's house.  I think this is mostly because of how casual and much smaller it was in comparison to Grandma Parker's house on Christmas Day.  It seemed like that overshadowed the entire day, even the highly anticipated event of Christmas Morning at Home.  As the years have worn on and Christmas Eve itself has wore off it's shine and nearly all but forgotten we find ourselves with a Dinner quarterbacked by Nicole and Grandma firing off the Ham. If I'm being honest, I've resorted to playing Fallout and almost completely ignoring all other aspects of my life.  I wish I owned Virtual Reality right now.  I don't have word to describe how difficult the holidays are for me to get through.  All these heavily inflated feelings for couples for their significant others and how that has nothing to do with myself.  I know in a week or so everything will be fine again, after all the random people have kissed each other at midnight on New Years Eve ― and then the New Year will begin.  The near-instant shattering of resolutions and reassembly of bad habits for nearly everyone involved.  Once that has all passed, I know that things will be okay again. I'm the only person working in the Meat Department this afternoon.  I'll be there alone on Christmas Eve.  How Symbolic.  How Perfect.