Just 'cause? I don’t mean for reasons like illness, death and natural disaster, I mean because you’ve trudged through it year after year and you just don’t want to.
Tell me.
I’ll probably wind up doing it, just like every year, but tell me anyway.
I didn’t put up a tree one year, but that’s as far as I could get toward less Christmas fuss.
How about planning a short trip? Head to Reno or Vegas, or to a shore somewhere? Don’t tell anyone where you’re going, and don’t let them guilt you into an early or late Christmas.
How can you cancel Christmas? You mean like the Grinch?
I wouldn’t mind if the government canceled Christmas. Then I wouldn’t have to hear all that sappy music everywhere.
I’ve ignored it more often than not. I’m not sure if that’s the same as canceling, since I never make any plans that need canceling. When I was in the military and single, I could pretty much guarantee I’d be working on Christmas so the families could have the day.
No.
I have, however, conspired to steal Christmas.
Oddly, they have not made a Holiday Special about it, yet.
Perfect idea. Don’t know why it didn’t occur to me.
Now all the rest of you Who-bastards can get back to singing shit in a circle, roasting beast and whatnot.:p;)
I don’t really celebrate Christmas, although more or less culturally Christian. My sister actively loathes the holiday (some bad family mojo growing up), and since our parents are dead, and she and I both lack children, and our brother’s wife and children are Jewish, there’s not much pressure to.
Gotta say, it’s really nice just hanging out at home watching movies or something on the day, without any pressure for forced jollity.
I don’t really view Christmas as a Christian celebration, though they’ve been trying to make it that way for centuries. (And sure, many people go to church on Christmas.)
Christmas today in the U.S. is an economic stimulus. If people don’t spend money, the economy goes flat.
<Stands and applauds>
Every year, people think they need to play Christmas music everydamnwhere you go. I wonder sometimes why we don’t have people run amok with machetes through the malls after having been driven crazy by hearing that abortion “Jingle Bell Rock” and its ilk for the forty-lebbenth time.
I try every year but it never works. A collective agreement seems to exist that will always override me.
Last year I took the family on a cruise for christmas, the ship stopped in Mexico on christmas day and everyone ran out and bought presents, and some had sneakily brought some with them, including a small tree.
Nope, can’t seem to get it done.
I don’t personally celebrate Christmas and most years manage to ignore it altogether. Some years family intrudes more than others. But it has been a few years since I received or gave a Christmas gift so I think it is finally sinking in.
One year when my wife was a child, she was bad so her parents really did cancel Christmas (they are Japanese and were in Japan where there wasn’t all the emotional baggage that goes with Christmas, it was pretty purely secular).
Yeah, that’s got to be the stupidest song ever. I have to put in earbuds and play my MP3 player at full volume not to hear it. I listen to El año viejo instead (Yes, the video is lame, but the song is classic):
“Yo no olvido al año viejo
Porque me ha deja’o cosa’ muy buenas:
Me dejó una chiva,
Una burra negra,
Una yegua blanca
Y una buena suegra.”
=“I won’t forget the past year
Because it left me good things
It left me a goat,
A black donkey,
A white mare,
A good mother-in-law…”
Me as capitalist is about as enthusiastic as me as Christian, so the underlying point is the same.
I like Christmas. I don’t like doing all of the baking and all of the shopping and all of the cleaning and all of the decorating and all of the gift wrapping, then going to my in-laws’ and feeling guilty by having too much showered upon myself and my family, then going home without any goddamned leftovers.
I do like my in-laws. I just want Christmas at MY house, MY way. Probably not until they die.
I used to like Christmas. Now I’m just cold and tired and I feel like there’s no space in my life. It’s all just a blur.
One year, my mother -threatened- to cancel Christmas. It ended up going down in family lore as the year of “merry Christmas Ho! Ho!Ho!” (in a very sarcastic voice, btw).
What happened was this: the presents were all wrapped and hidden, but my youngest brother made it his mission to find them, which he did, then unwrapped them to see what all everyone was getting (especially himself, of course), then re-wrapped them, thinking to cover up his evil deed. Naturally, our Mom discovered it. And omg, was she angry! I think the only thing which saved Christmas for us that year was that it was just the youngest brother who’d done it; he’d acted on his own, and I think she felt a bit badly about making all of us suffer. Unfortunately, we had all been looking high and low for the presents. It was still a bad mood for most of that holiday season, with our Mom going around for much of it, muttering, “merry Christmas, Ho! Ho! Ho!” under her breath quite often.
I must have been a passive kid. I never looked for the presents. It never even occurred to me to look for them, so this wasn’t a goodie-two-shoes thing.
I would like Christmas, if it didn’t last a whole month. By the time the 25th comes along, I’ve gotten really tired of it.
My brother and I talk about it, every damn year. We never push it, and it never works, because our mother is a Christmas Nutjob.
An over the top, hysterical, completely redecorate the house, “if you don’t teeter on the edge of bankruptcy, you are an evil ungratefuuuulll wretttttttttttch after I spent forty-two hours in laaabbbboooorr giving you liiiiifffffffe!” Christmas Nutjob.
Twenty-some years ago, we weren’t responding appropriately to her hysterics, so she “threatened” to “just cancel Christmas, since no one but me Caaarrres.”
I, with utmost sincerity, told her that would be wonderful.:smack:
Long story short, it is much easier to move a thousand miles away, grit my teeth and just “do” Xmas by UPS, while making “someday she’ll be gone and I’ll miss her” my mantra.
Christmas if you’re lucky. Thanksgiving forget about. I was stationed in Mississippi one year and made it home for Christmas once tho, which was nice. Altho, I was so exhausted from the train ride and the “OMG you’re home!” Christmas Eve-ities I slept right through Christmas morning. And I was on the couch in front of the tree too.