I haven’t put up any christmas decorations at home. Nobody has done so at work.
I mumble to myself that by buying everyone a present I am only giving them something that will end up stuffed in the back of a cupboard somewhere adding to their clutter. It is only christmas for the corporations. If people really wanted the things I am buying for them they’d have bought them for themselves.
I am getting to the age where I am simply baffled that it is somehow profitable to churn out the same crappy TV shows and christmas singles YET ANOTHER YEAR.
Ways in which I am not a scrooge:
I still buy those darn gifts.
I secretly love the christmas decorations that other people have adorned their houses with.
I like the term ‘cultural christian’ coined by Richard Dawkins. I am one of those.
Ack, I agree! I hate trying to find unique tchotchkes for people who have more money than I do and houses crammed with crap. If this makes me a scrooge, then so be it. I buy them anyway, though, and wrap them prettily, and I love watching people open them
I do also shamelessly sing along to all the christmas carols on the radio. After being in choir for years, I harmonize quite nicely. I love christmas lights, too, especially on trees outside on the sidewalks. I get domestic and ache to make frosted christmas cookies, and ones with cranberries, and ones shaped like christmas trees with those little inedible (?) metal balls stuck in…
Yup, same here. I will not be sending Christmas cards nor will I be going to any parties or events. I don’t offer seasons greetings to anyone unless someone says it to me first, at which point I respond politely in kind (hey, I’m not a total jerk.)
Yeah, me too, but since I’ve removed myself from most of the Christmas scene I buy gifts for only three people; my sister and two very old friends. And since I haven’t shopped yet I’m giving that cheese idea some heavy thought. Seriously. How cool would it be to get great cheese for Christmas?
And yup again. Sometimes, when I’m sure that nobody is looking I’ll stop and take it all in. Then I melt a little bit and catch myself getting teary-eyed because I really wish that I didn’t find this time of year so damn hard. I miss being excited about Christmas. I eschew All Things Seasonal as a means of self-protection.
Christmas cards is one of my scroogeisms. If you live miles away from me and will not see me over the festive period, then by all means send a Christmas card. If on th eother hand you see me very day then feel free to verbally pass on your Christmas wishes. Think of the trees!
My wife’s Jewish but a cultural Christian for Christmas.Debates about consumerism manipulating eschatology are pointless.But Scrooge,I’m not.
O Christmas tree,O Christmas tree,
You cost me thirty bucks.
O Christmas tree,O Christmas tree,
You rode home in the truck.
Although it seems we got you cheap,
A couple weeks it's compost heap.
O Christmas tree,O Christmas tree,
You cost me thirty bucks.
I venture into Scroogistan just to mention that I love the word tchotchke and it should be used more often. This is only the second time I’ve seen it used. Hurrah for NightRabbit. Hurrah for Chrimbo.
Yeah, what’s with that crap? A guy who sits opposite me at work - we have an open plan office, and he’s about three metres from me, day in, day out - gave me, and everyone else in the office, a card.
I did the tree and lights/decorations, stuffed the gifts into bags, never wrapped anything except one Secret Santa gift for another Doper.
However, I do not care to hear Christmas songs. I am not going to a church service. I never drink eggnog. I will not kiss anyone under the mistletoe. I won’t wear dorky sweaters with reindeer embroidered or knitted on them. I will not go caroling. It’s A Wonderful Life depresses the hell out of me.
I’m going to regift the gift I’ll get at the office party to my kid’s teacher, and I don’t even know what it is yet. It’s sure cheaper than kicking in on the gift card.
In fact, I hope I get some more cool stuff before the weekend. Then I won’t have to shop for my aunts and uncles either!
After Christmas, I’m going to get out *all * the decorations, and hopefully get rid of at least half of them.
Last year my wrapping paper consisted of back issues of Nature magazine (although I didn’t think I was being Scroogelike, just different). My “Secret Santa” gift for work was wrapped in a research paper about whale fertility.
I very carefully chose red paper with white dots. A 180 foot roll of it. Christmasy, right? But think about it - for the next year, I can use it for birthdays and baby showers and divorce parties and…I mean, it’s red. With white dots. Christmas? Bah!
I’m also a scrooge about Christmas cards. Besides the tree-killing angle, and the expense of it, I just suck at it. I tried it once, and actually got them all out in time and it was great. Only, the next year, I couldn’t find my list, and so I had to sit there and figure out who’d I’d sent them to, and worry about offending people by “eliminating” them this year. So I stalled and stalled and NO ONE got a card. Skipped the next year because the memory of my ineptitude ate at me like a cancer. Next year? I got cards out again. Then the year after that, I couldn’t find my list, and so I had to sit there…
Lather, rinse, repeat. I finally just decided not to send out cards again until I can get my act together. Ain’t this year.
Ironically enough, I really love *getting *Christmas cards, even the ones that are thinly disguised attempts to brag about people’s kids from people I haven’t talked to in 10 years.
I don’t send Christmas cards, nor decorate, and I hate Christmas music. Both my boss and boyfriend LOVE it, so ever since (before) Thanksgiving, it’s all I’ve listened to. Ugh.
