Once again the fix is in on Christmas day. The writing is on the walls and there's not much I can do about it. One son has already disappeared and another is about to. I know somehow things are going to screw up with my latest ex and I'm going to wind up not seeing the other two as well. Might be better to stay home alone this year to avoid the massacre that was Christmas 2003. I'm not sure why I go along with the whole holiday idea anyway. It's not like there is one thing about Christmas that I believe in. It was all downhill after Santa Clause stopped paying visits. It more comes out of a sense of obligation to the kids. I want to make sure they have the best memories possible. Maybe I'll celebrate Festivus next year instead.