Christmas Eve is the night before Christmas. It’s when Christmas fever is burning most fervently, right before the holiday completely crushes your spirit. Christmas Eve is kind of weird. It’s a precursor holiday. It’s holiday to honor another holiday. I suppose it’s really not that bad. There used to be twelve days of Christmas. Now we are down to two. It’s when slackers do their last minute shopping. It’s when TBS starts to play the 24-hour A Christmas Story marathon.
I was walking towards the metro station earlier tonight in downtown San Francisco and it was eerily quiet. There was hardly anybody on the sidewalks or on the streets. I glanced at my phone for the time and it was only 7:30 pm. Still early, but all the people were gone. It made me smile. I knew that almost everybody was somewhere they wanted to be. With their families. With their friends. Maybe at the bar. Maybe chilling with at home with Netflix. Christmas Eve may not be an official holiday but it certainly feels like one. Merry Christmas, I love you all. Thanks for reading the bullshit I feel compelled to write.
Critically Rated at 15/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young
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