Dave hated the holiday season. It’s mostly because he’s an old fart whose kids are all gown up and out of the house living their own lives.
He rarely eats candy, but he stocked up for a bunch of little rug rats wearing inane costumes who rang his doorbell continuously for hours on Halloween night.
He also hates turkey, which he is apparently required to eat on Thanksgiving. And then there’s the never ceasing Christmas music assaulting his ears wherever he goes for the last two months of the year.
He has to rack his brain trying to figure out what presents to buy for people he barely knows and doesn’t particularly like.
The holidays are just one big hassle.
This post was written for the Tell Me A Tale in 120 Words prompt, which is “Why you love, or dislike, the holiday season.”
This challenge, which I’m participating in for the first time, is posted on the first Thursday of the month by Joelle (I think). Responders are limited to posts of 120 words.
And truth be told, while I am not a big fan of the holiday season, I’m not as grumpy as the protagonist in my 120 word response.