I have no problem spending Christmas with relatives. I also have no problem with doing things like secret santa, gift exchanges, etc.
So this year we had Secret Santa. I got my relative who was the same one to set up the gift exchange. About a week before the gift exchange I ended up getting her some cookie cutters and some chocolate cause she likes to bake and shit. It was also this day that she told everyone to post their wishlist online so the person that has them knows what to get them.
Skip to a three days before Christmas Day.. She reminds everyone to post a list but doesn't even post a list up herself.
And then comes Christmas Day, when we hand out our Christmas presents. We gather 'round into a circle and begin at one person. They give their gift to their receiver, then that person sends his/her gift on its way, and continue.. and then comes my turn to give my present. I pass the present to its recipient and she opens the box to find cookie cutters, baking supplies and chocolate.
Not even a yay. Just a fucking "Oh. Thanks."
What the fuck. How the fuck.
You know what, I'm totally sorry that I went to the mall a week early to buy you shit that you didn't even want. I apologize for the fact that I didn't just drop my gift altogether and instead I had to think of your bitch ass and how I actually think of my presents instead of look it up from a fucking list. God fucking dammit. If you wanted something then you could've put up a list and even though it goes against everything that I feel gift-exchanges are all about, I'd get it cause it's what you want. But you didn't and you don't even show appreciation for it.
And that's not even scratching the top of my Christmas.
Really, the only thing I enjoyed was watching my parents have fun and loosen up. And helping my little cousin out with his new helicopter.
There goes my diary.