It’s December 23, which means it’s time for the made up holiday that scratches us right where we itch.
This thread is a place to share your grievances, recount the blessed story of the first Festivus, let us know of any Festivus miracles you’ve experienced, tell us the story of when you finally stopped crying and fought your father, or any times management has infringed upon your right to celebrate new holidays.
I’ll start by posting my favorite Festivus carol. Man, are those grievances spicy!
Also, pics of your pole are always welcome. Higher the strength-to-weight ratio the better!
But no tinsel. I find it distracting.
I know this is hard to believe, but I have no problems with you people.
I’ve always hated that squirrel @Happy_Lendervedder
I’m also unhappy you’ve not put this in The Pit so I can properly air.
I came to this thread hoping folks would be posting videos displaying their feats of strength. I am sorely disappointed. (I suppose that qualifies as my grievance 
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I’ve only just finished airing my greivances so now I gotta soak me muscles and take care of me blackeye, but it’s been worth it!
Hey Astronaut, your taste in avatars stinks. In fact, you wouldn’t know quality if you had a date with a hot babe…
I lost my train of thought
My other grievance is the amount of cats in this photography competition thread.
Please note that I posted a dog! Hrmph.
In celebration of the 2023 Festivus, I am pleased to declare the following feats of strength:
Wishing everyone a happy Festivus. 
Apologize for not realizing there was another thread on this topic. However, some would also find this frustrating. It is time, for the airing of the grievances. It’s been a crummy year. 2024 will be a lot brighter.
I ordered some used books from a US site. During Covid they were taking two to three months to arrive, but the order I placed a couple days ago just arrived at my Canadian doorstep. It’s a Festivus miracle.
Bitch…and Bitch again.
It’s a double Festivus. I believe.
And No! you little bums(grandkids) no more gifts will be bought. The shopping is over.
A hearty fuck you to my father in law for doing absolutely nothing to support my family throughout this difficult year! Not even an occasional call, not a hey how you doing, how’s my grandson? Just an occasional photo of his beachfront resort in whatever country he flew into that week, sans commentary.
Oh, but he sent me flowers. How nice.
It’s a Festivus miserable.
I mean miracle.
(Am I doing this right? Never saw the show.)
Gather 'round, children, it’s the Story of Festivus. Yamma hamma!
Festivus for the Rest of us! Nice
Svengoolie has the Black Cat on tonight. What a way to celebrate!! around the Pole.
Grievances? Hm. Well, I couldn’t win at the track yesterday. That’s about it for me for grievances.
Feats of strength? Well, today I proved that I could lift a glass full of beer. Heck, I could even make the glass lighter by consuming the beer in it!
I’m there. 
I’ve neither feats of strength nor grievances. But I’m having a hell of a Festivus; the food, drink, and fellowship are epic.
Festivus is my birthday so I have a built-in grievance to air–having a Christmas birthday. Always getting lost in the shuffle and those who do are broke from it being Christmas. On the bright side, I like my birthday being on Festivus rather than Christmas Eve Eve.
My husband was born on the 28th and feels your pain. He never got to have birthday parties.