Just like 'ole Frosty the Snowman before me, today I wished everyone else a Happy Birthday.  Of course, it doesn't work when others don't understand what you're doing.  Most believed, if they hadn't had the chance to tell me yet, that I was being bitter; which was definitely not the case.  Others were just flat out confused.  Me, I just found it clever.

"Oh, the cleverness of me."

Regardless, here is an example of one of my conversations via text:

Me:  Happy Birthday!!

Ellen:  It's not my birthday.. It's yours!

Me:  Ohhh...I thought that's what everyone did on December 25th.

Ellen:  You're thinking Merry Christmas..

Me:  What's that?

Ellen:  Idk.. Someone awesome was born.  Pretty sure it was God. :)

Me:  See!  It's a birthday!

Ellen:  Fiiiiine.

Obviously I had a little fun messing around with the prospect.  To be honest, I wouldn't have been surprised had I grown up actually believing everyone said happy birthday on Christmas, as I've had to share this holiday with Jesus for practically my entire life.  Regardless, it's a fun tradition for me considering the uncanny circumstances.  My birthday has never really been special, and even though I'm glad to know there are people thinking of me, I want them to know that, hey, I'm thinking of them too.  Growing up with a birth date of Christmas is interesting, but it's grown to be just another day for me; considering everyone already has a special connotation for this day.  I'm not bitter.  I'm happy.  I get what I want throughout the year thanks to God, and this day serves more as a reminder to me of the special people I have in my life.

So Happy Birthday to everyone!

And this is the last time I'm explaining that.