Christmas sucks. There, I've said it, and I'm so glad I am not the only one who feels this way. An outsider might look at my life and wonder why I would say that, but I've always fought the holiday blues, and this year it's on steroids. And when I finally mustered the nerve to call my son last night at around 9PM his time, I saw a text on my phone that said how disappointed he was in me. Because I didn't call him, when all he could be bothered to do was to text me? Merry Christmas to me. I seriously hate drama.