7 REASONS I HATE XMAS

I hate Christmas and the entire holiday season for a number of reasons. So, in no particular order, here are my reasons:

• (1) I work in a large scale retail store so I have to take part in serving the crowds on Black Friday. The buying frenzy and outright greed on display amongst the customers is sickening. 300 people pour through the door in a matter of a few seconds acting like their lives depend on getting the bargain stuff. If you don’t think this behavior is disgusting try asking the man who was trampled to death at Wal-Mart (in New York). Find out what his co-workers must have felt like as the morons continued shopping. How in the world did people in this country allow themselves to be trained to participate in this bullshit year after year? And keep in mind that what I see is nothing compared to Best Buy and Wal-Mart across the street.

• (2) I’m sick to death of being forced to go to family holiday functions. These people don’t want anything to do with us for the rest of the year. My wife’s family all live right here in the same area so there’s no travel involved. They frequently do things with each other but they always leave my wife out and they ignore me entirely. My wife’s late mother used to enforce holiday gatherings with an iron fist. I think they continue it now because of that training. My sisters live in Louisiana so there’s nothing going on there either. None of us can afford that kind of travel. I would much rather spend time with friends. If I had any.

• (3) Apparently I missed the training sessions but this season does not give me the warm fuzzies. I don’t indulge in nostalgia. I don’t have fond childhood memories — most of my memories were wiped out by the stroke. And unlike all these oh so sincere celebrities who clearly remember their incredibly supportive parents who gave them their first dancing shoes, microphones, footballs, baseball gloves, etc. , I don’t recall my parents ever supporting anything I was interested in. Unfortunately, that isn’t because of my memory being totally screwed, my parents really didn’t support anything I ever tried to do. My late mother’s strongest words of support were, “That’s nice — if you like that sort of thing.” She used that for my acting, my painting, and my photography. My step-father never had anything to say and my natural father abandoned me when I was nine. Warm, fuzzy, childhood memories? I don’t think so.

• (4) Contrary to 20 years of Christianity, Jesus is not the reason for the season. Christianity usurping pagan holidays for its own needs is the reason Xmas is on December 25. You should really study church history. It’s amazing how many pagan gods were born or celebrated on December 25 long before Jesus ever showed up.

• (5) We are living on my wife’s Social Security Disability and my below poverty level income. We literally have not been able to afford Xmas for several years now. That’s alright, I understand that giving presents is fun. I enjoy that. But I have made the leap to realizing that only things I can give are things that I can make myself. My wife still thinks we HAVE TO BUY things. She has been trained thoroughly. This creates stress. There’s no more credit to be had, we used up our share long ago. Just like retail, everything has to be bigger and bigger and more and more expensive every year. Sorry, we reached the point of no return several years ago. Retail pins the entire year on what it can do in December. We need a new system. This one has destroyed us.

• (6) I am subjected to 36 hours a week of Xmas music. Non-religious, generic Xmas music. After hearing the same 25 songs 5 million times, you begin to hate Xmas music. I hate it with a passion.

• (7) There is no War! On! Christmas! Christians are not being persecuted in this country. Saying “Happy Holidays” instead of “Merry Christmas” is in no way, shape, or form even remotely close to persecution. Let’s have the secret police break down your doors and haul you off to concentration camps before you start whining about persecution. Let’s burn you at the stake, torture, and abuse you before you wail about the evil atheists trying to ruin your (pagan) holiday.

So there you have it, 7 reasons I hate this whole Xmas season. I could have also mentioned the snow, ice, and bitter cold but that’s what you get when you live in Michigan.

“You can’t fool me. I know there is no Sanity Clause.”

This entry was posted on 29. November 2008 at 15:40 and is filed under communication, emotion, religion, stroke. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.

| Print