I Hate Christmas

The BBQ Pit
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I hate Christmas. And I’m fed up with being told to stop being a grumpy Scrooge when I say so.

I am not grumpy. I appreciate fun, goodwill to all men (and women) and celebrations as much as anyone. I think the world could do with more of all these things, and not just once a year. But it has to be said that Christmas sucks.

I am not eight years old. I do not believe in Santa and I will not be opening a heap of toys on Christmas morning. All I know is that Christmas means short, dark, dismal days. Obscene commercialism and constant urgings to be a good little consumer and spend more money that you can afford, buy lots of crap you don’t need, eat too much and be assured that only consumption is the true route to happiness.

Christmas means lots of lights and neighbours acting out this ridiculous one-up-manship of garish, flashing, colour-shifting decorations enough to divert air traffic away from the airports. No, your illuminated snowman with animated robin perched on the head does not look cheery, funny or pretty. What would look cheery, funny or pretty is a real snowman and a real robin. Your display just looks like a macarbe mockery and homage to cheap chinese electronics and plastics

Christmas means that all other things must stop. You know, the actual real-life things that I actually enjoy. Everything gets cancelled because we are obliged to hide away in our homes watching bad Christmas TV specials and “blockbuster” films we saw three years ago in the cinema, then a year ago on video.

Christmas means enforced jollyality on other’s terms. “It’s Chrrrriiissstmas!” is the battle cry of every half-wit who suddenly believes they have licence to act an arse and demand your participation. Christmas means they know what’s best for you. Sorry, but if something is not my idea of fun for the other 11 months of the year, what the hell gives you the right to force it on me in December?

I hate the whole hype surrounding the event. I hate how it gets worse every year. I hate the whole build up to it that promises so much yet ultimately never delivers. It is a vulgar, brash, shallow trick.

Next week: I Hate New Year Just As Much Christmas

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<< sings rapidly >>

Haveyourselfamerrylittlechristmas,letyourheartbelight

<< flees >>

:smiley:

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Well, the rant was kinda long, but the OP’s username is a perfect match for the thread title.

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I like Christmas Eve. My mother makes a nice dinner and I spend time with my family. We have a nice tree with pretty lights and we sit around talking about our hopes and dreams for the coming year.

The rest of the season can go to fucking hell.

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I hate Christmas because everything’s closed. So those who don’t celebrate go to the movies. And the families who are sick of each other by mid-afternoon go to the movies. And the studios release their biggest blockbusters and artsiest films just in time for the season.

I work at a movie theater. And I don’t have the heart (or really the ability) to force a bunch of kids to work on Christmas eve or day, so we’re always extra busy and very understaffed. Don’t ask me to be jolly, mister.

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I have managed to successfully barricade myself against the avalanche of Christmas cheer this year. Hamish, Potter and I had a very lovely Yule vigil last night. That is all.

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God bless us all, every one! (I love Christmas)

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gives Futile Gesture a wooden choo-choo train and a big red yo-yo

I would make a snowman, but there’s no snow ATM. I love Christmas, it’s pretty much the only time of the year that I’m guaranteed not to be depressed.

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I know you meant “at the moment,” Kat, but now I’m haunted by images of the Snow ATM, where after you insert your card and punch a few numbers, a panel slides open and you get a snowball in the face for your trouble. :smiley:

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Fuck Christmas.
It sucks!

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I hate Christmas carols. And every other Christmas song that isn’t a carol. And I hate that I have to work on Christmas Eve from 4 until 11:30 and then on Christmas day from 9 until 6. But I like giving people presents. It all evens out, I guess. It would be better if we had some snow.

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I love Christmas, the season, but my Christmases are usually painfully lonely. :frowning:

It’s a good break from school though. :slight_smile:

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((((firagon))))

You’re not alone.

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I like Christmas. My husband buys me presents and my parents send me money and my in-laws cook me food. It’s like my Birthday.

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Christmas isn’t too bad… although I do agree that the hype and having to be nice to the people you can’t stand all year long is overrated. Although I do hope I don’t get a pooping moose for Christmas this year from my parents…

F_X

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Not alone? Baloney! Not alone in being lonely.

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I start hating Christmas at work…when all the hype boils down to the fact that people are cheaper, meaner, and a hell of a lot more rude during this season than in any other. (Read: I make about 5% vs. my usual 15/25%. bitter It isn’t my fault that you maxed out your credit card! If you don’t have any money left, why the hell are you out drinking? Buy some Milwaukee Beast and kiss my ass!)

Okay. ahem I had a bad night at work…seriously, though, Christmas is so overhyped that it’s almost guaranteed to be disappointing for everyone involved. I’ve downscaled my idea of Christmas to the point that as long as I have a little alcohol in the fridge, some cold pizza, and some friends over, I’m happy.

And for the record, I have worked many a Christmas, straight through…so I feel your pain there, lard2000. Trust me. Anybody who whines about all the businesses that are closed should try working through one. TRUST ME. You’d much rather be at home watching crappy movies.

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Christmas carols suck ass, and I hate peppermint.

Other than that, Christmas is great!

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Christmas is great.

Rich food, time with your family, lots of nights out with friends, carols (got the Mormon Tabernacle Choir’s 3 ships on my headphones just now), cheesy films, snowball fights and silliness.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m about to close up the office, send my staff home with a surprise extra couple of days off, and then pop into town to get some more wrapping paper. Hell, that can be my one rant about christmas, just to join in with you - why is it I never buy enough wrapping paper? You’d think I’d have learned by now.

Futile, I hope the season is far better to you than you fear - merry christmas!