and a Festivus for the rest of us
How was my Christmas? It wasn't really. The Christmas part of my December 25th was about fifteen minutes long and ended with my cousin going home crying. Yay for holidays!
I really have a bone to pick with this whole Christmas thing. I'm not against the birth of Jesus or anything like that-- I mean this "Christmas spirit" nonsense. Christmas is a huge disappointment just waiting to happen. Things are what they are all year long, and mostly things are not perfect. But Christmas is the only time where you're made to feel this bad about things not being perfect. Family drama? A tight budget? Simple exhaustion? Congratulations, you've ruined Christmas. You know, problems don't magically vanish just because it's the end of the year. But try telling that to the Christmas Nazis. (Or to your kids.)
The gap between what you're "supposed" to be experiencing and what you're actually experiencing is never greater than at Christmastime. Unless you're peacefully sipping hot cocoa with your family, surrounding a 10ft. Christmas tree underneath which lies a 4ft. pile og gorgeously wrapped gifts, YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG AND YOU SUCK. Is it any wonder the suicide rate spikes around Christmas? Isn't it bad enough that you're tired or lonely year-round? Why rub salt in the wound with this Christmas stuff?
I feel like Linus in A Charlie Brown Christmas. Doesn't anyone know the meaning of Christmas anymore? Give Christmas back to the Christians! They actually have something to celebrate. But the rest of you-- What the fuck are you smiling at? What are you so goddamn happy about?
I really have a bone to pick with this whole Christmas thing. I'm not against the birth of Jesus or anything like that-- I mean this "Christmas spirit" nonsense. Christmas is a huge disappointment just waiting to happen. Things are what they are all year long, and mostly things are not perfect. But Christmas is the only time where you're made to feel this bad about things not being perfect. Family drama? A tight budget? Simple exhaustion? Congratulations, you've ruined Christmas. You know, problems don't magically vanish just because it's the end of the year. But try telling that to the Christmas Nazis. (Or to your kids.)
The gap between what you're "supposed" to be experiencing and what you're actually experiencing is never greater than at Christmastime. Unless you're peacefully sipping hot cocoa with your family, surrounding a 10ft. Christmas tree underneath which lies a 4ft. pile og gorgeously wrapped gifts, YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG AND YOU SUCK. Is it any wonder the suicide rate spikes around Christmas? Isn't it bad enough that you're tired or lonely year-round? Why rub salt in the wound with this Christmas stuff?
I feel like Linus in A Charlie Brown Christmas. Doesn't anyone know the meaning of Christmas anymore? Give Christmas back to the Christians! They actually have something to celebrate. But the rest of you-- What the fuck are you smiling at? What are you so goddamn happy about?