The way I see it, there are two responses to Christmas. The first is to run from it, try to escape its reach. You won't succeed, of course - it's too large, too encompassing. Entire religions have vanished into its maw: what hope do you have getting away?
There's an alternative, but few are willing to seriously consider it. You can turn around and face it. Stare it in the eye and gaze upon its awful majesty. Some say this path leads to madness.
But I am not one to flee, and I understand well enough that, while you can run from Christmas, you can't hide.
This cheerful yuletide revelation lies at the core of an annual project my wife and I work on during the holiday season, a little something we call Mainlining Christmas. It's a blog we started in 2010. Every year, we gorge ourselves on as many Christmas specials, movies, and books as we can stomach. I listen to nothing by Christmas songs from Thanksgiving until Christmas Day, and - for fun - we chart our descent.
I've published thirty pieces of holiday fiction on the blog over the years, and I'm planning to add at least a few more stories this year.
I'd like to invite any of you to join us. At a distance, of course.
Either that, or you can run with the others, try to convince yourselves there's a place where the holidays can't reach you.
Now who's crazy?
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