All the bull that accompanies it is almost upon us. The buying of gifts that nobody really needs 'cos if they needed it they’d go and buy the fucking thing in the first place.
The sending of cards…what a crock of shit this is, every sodding year the same as last, cards to Aunt Mildred who you aint seen in Og knows when and for all you know could have croaked last January.
TV adverts that drive you batshit…“buy this, buy that, buy the other”
Well fuck off, I aint interested in a push-along-kiddies-vacuum-cleaner that sings “Oh come all ye faithful” and nor do I desperately need a gallon and a half of some foul smelling liquid that masquerades as after shave.
Hordes of frenzied people in the supermarkets anxious to get the last half hundredweight of sprouts and/or parsnips.
She: “I’ve got a cwt of sprouts, do you think we need anymore?”
He: “Whatever, I just pay for the fuckers”
Wrapping paper…reams of the bleeding stuff, sellotape up to your arse, little coloured bows, Christmas crackers, tins of biscuits, dates, holly, mistletoe and gazillions of other shite to clutter the place up.
Christmas trees that shed needles after about 30 minutes and you still find the buggers next July, embedded in the carpet.
Turkeys :eek: if ever a fowl tasted as foul as this I have to yet taste it.
Yup. I saw a Christmas tree in a hotel last week :eek:
Wish I could afford to go to Morocco again this year. Christmas day 2003, I forgot it was Christmas day. Dawned on me when I started wondering why the beach was empty
My mother said it when I got older and I will repeat it now. Christmas is for kids.
Christmas is a drain on the pocket book, the mind and the body but when you see the little childrens eyes light up on Christmas day it all seemed worth it. Looking back now I don’t know how I did it every year.
I enjoy Christmas eve. Our small family gets together to open gifts, eat ham with side dishes and just enjoy the evening. Christmas day is left to recovering, eating leftovers and playing with the new “toys”
The worst part is getting all the decorations out and then putting them all away. My daughter does all the cards and all I have to do is sign and add special notes for the people we are closer to.
I will admit I would not get a tree if it was not for my daughter. She enjoys the tree so much and loves to decorate it so I do because it makes her happy. She still has that winning smile.
Only seventy two shopping days left, better rush! The decorations are going up at John Lewis in the centre here. We’ll have bloody Christmas music in all the shops for the rest of the year. ARGH!
On the upside, it is the one day of the year it is actually fun to drive round the M25. I just hope no-one else has figured this out.
I shall be making my stand against the Hexmas hooha this month by putting up my very large hallowe’en tree in the window. Not that any of my neighbours would understand what’s going on, they’re all furriners.
My friends and I are very good at ignoring the Silly Season, we are all of a mind to resist the festival of commercialism and instead we stock up on food and booze, and we stay in watching crappy films until it’s all over.
Y’all are just not approaching this in the right way. You need to subvert the holidays to suit your purpose or mood.
Instead of Christmas cookies, make porno cookies–lots of creativity can be had with a Santa cookie cutter, icing and sprinkles. (don’t ask how I know this)
Instead of a Yule log, burn an unpopular political figure in effigy–or better yet, carve one OUT of the Yule log, then burn.
Make up lyrics to the carols or popular songs.
Change the plot of A Christmas Carol. Make Tiny Time an obnoxious lout who everyone is just dying to have killed. Make Scrooge the murderer–TT poisoned by that dratted goose…
Put you back into, lads! You CAN have a happy Christmas!
Me too! I’m already getting excited about putting up the tree, and lights, and even the shopping (though we are on a bit of a tight budget for this year). I think it’s because it’s been cold and rainy lately… I’d rather it either be warmer and sunnier (fall!) or colder and snowy, which I equate with Christmas! My husband thinks I’m nuts, but I don’t care!
The Google ad is for … um … “Undo Circumcision Damage–The Your-Skin Cone will make you supple and sensitive like uncut men.” That would be TLCTugger.com.
I know what I want for Christmas!!!
I love Christmas! I don’t need it to be extended, because I celebrate it throughout the month of December anyway, but the lights are up and light up are dark gloomy nights here in the NE, I love decorating, making things pretty.
And I don’t agree that the gifts are stuff people don’t want. Usually the gifts I ask for are things I want but wouldn’t buy for myself - pampering stuff, or jewelry, or something like that.
Despite my earlier post–I love Christmas. I love the anticipation, the lights, the trees, the buying of presents, the baking, the decorating. Notice there is no religious observance in there. Hmmm…must work on that one.
To me, it’s a part of winter–and I love winter. yes, I do! I love cold and wind and snow and coats, sweaters (I look good in sweaters), and corduroys and hot chocolate/toddies etc. Bring it on!
as this I have to yet taste it.
