I am not a Scrooge. I am not a Grinch. I am a new type of holiday Villain. My name is the SATYOWATWTOYTH. It's a little long, but stands for Single Almost Thirty Year Old Woman At The Worst Time of Year, The Holidays. I wear high heels every day. I put on make-up every morning. I make myself presentable to the world at every moment of every day as everyone I know tells me I am most likely to meet the love of my life at the least suspected moment. And God forbid that moment arrives and I have no eye liner on. And during the holidays, these efforts are for naught.
It's the time of year that is the worst (barring Valentine's Day which is a crock of s&*t anyway) for people in my situation. A time when jewelry companies advertise that bauble that says to the world, "I love this person!" When visions of romance and family life are at an all time maximum on television, billboards, and newspaper advertisements. When the childless feel the ticking of the biological clock, and the loveless feel the ache of a heart devoid of romantic love. Family and friends abound, but there is still always the feeling of being the odd one out.
Not only is it rough because of the love that abounds during the season, but which always seems to elude you...it's also a time of year when a single person's bank account is stretched to within an inch of it's life. I know everyone gets hit hard during the holidays, buying gifts and food and all the accoutrement that accompany a typical happy Holiday. But with one income, things seem a little tighter. I have started getting all of my couple friends gifts that will work for both, so I don't spend as much on the individual gifts. The gift exchange amongst my family members helps a lot, but I always feel a need to get everyone a little something. Luckily, for now I live with my parents so it's pretty easy to budget accordingly. But it's still terrifying to buy gifts when one is used to only spending on the necessities.
So, no Bah Humbug. No dog with reindeer antlers pulling a sleigh. Just a single lady looking forward to a lot of eggnog and Christmas cookies.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Only Lauren sat stirring, clicking her mouse;
With foam curlers tied all up in her hair,
In hopes that some fullness soon would be there;
The family was all nestled so snug in their beds,
While gifts for their sweethearts danced in their heads;
I sat at my desk, portable computer on my lap
And couldn't sleep after my afternoon nap,
The ticking of keystrokes created such a clatter,
But there was no one awake to ask "what's the matter?"
Minimizing the windows, I updated my flash,
Grabbed some holiday candy from my well hidden stash.
Images from up North of new-fallen snow
I clicked between all the windows below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But an ad for a dating site, for me to find someone dear,
The process was easy, designed to find someone quick,
I clicked on a profile for someone named Nick.
More rapid than eagles a reply quickly came,
And I whistled, and shouted, and told him my name;
"Now, I want you to know, I'm not always a vixen!
But time is running short, and I need a date with all the fixin's!"
To the New Year's Eve gala! to the dropping of the ball!
Now kiss away! kiss away! kiss away all!"
As dry spells that before the wild hurricanes fly,
My hopes they rocketed straight toward the sky,
So into my closet to choose an outfit I flew,
With the dress from Franchesca's and my black pumps too.
I then attempted to remain aloof
As I gazed out my window, across to the roof.
I spied a man there, with his sled upon the ground
Through the front door, Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in black, from his head to his toe,
He must have been boiling, without any snow;
Flowers behind his back he’d chosen to stick,
Though he looked nothing like his profile pic.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
Though smoking's a no-no and he set fire to our wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
I would have started working out, if I'd gained all that myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon confirmed what I had come to dread;
This online relationship just wouldn’t work,
Because I could tell that this St. Nick was truly a jerk,
And laying his finger inside of his nose,
Digging for gold, I really suppose;
He sprang to his car, and he gave me a whistle,
And away he flew, his car like a missile.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night."