Oh, hey. It's December.

Eh. Whatever.

Yes, I'm bitter about the holidays. I'm not going to go calling Christmas a humbug, but between the fourth Friday in November and December 25th, I generally just kind of hate people.

Cheer and good will towards man? Yes. Absolutely. Let's celebrate that in December. But you know what's a better idea?

DOING IT THE REST OF THE FUCKING YEAR.

If you're only allowing yourself to feel and spread love and giving and togetherness and sprinkles and magic and laughter and cheer for one-twelfth of the year, you're missing out on three-hundred and thirty-four days (335 days on Leap Year) filled with 86,400 opportunities to be happy (presuming you average one opportunity per second). That's 28,857, 600 opportunities to feel awesome that you're just ignoring, just because it's not between Black Friday and Boxing Day.

TWENTY EIGHT MILLION CHANCES.

Look, if you want to be happy and be all, "Oh, but it's Christmas so let's do this nice thing for someone else" about December, that's awesome. But for 2011, can we please make it, "Oh, but today ends in 'Y,' so let's do this nice thing for someone else?"

If the world is going to end in two years anyways, can we at least spend those last two years being awesome to each other?

Maybe I'll like December, again.