Christmas, the time of year filled with holiday cheer.
I am glad the holiday season is closing to an end. Don’t get me wrong, I like Christmas and all that… in principle.
Getting together with friends and family is great, so great even that I don’t need a special day that forces us to spent ‘quality’ time together. A day that puts so much pressure on everyone that this dat HAS to be a great day, that nuclear disaster is just lurking around the corner.
I don’t mind some of the carols, the more bluesy ones that is. But even these get in the way of general enjoyment of this season and even the predeceasing season with companies starting to spread this holiday cheer months in advance. Without fail the sight of fat Santa makes me sick within a week and all jingles and carols only nauseate me not long after they start. No wonder with all these Rudulfs and Santa Rocks stuck in my head around late October.
I love Christmas trees (without the tinsel though, whoever thought that up should be shot), but all those presents under the tree? Who made that part of the holiday? Was it the Wise Men from where-ever they’re from, bringing baby Jesus mire and what not? But they didn’t arrive till somewhere in January.
Or was it part of the old light/winter equinox celebration (from which the whole Christmas deal is derived)? Somehow I can’t imagine…. So that must be those big companies again.
What I’m trying to say is, that even though I like Christmas, it often turns me into this stressed out, nihilistic Gringe with murderous tensions. I feel a strong urge to go and shoot dead every Santa in sight and blast away every jingle or carol in hearing distance to oblivion with angry death metal…
Anyone else who feels the same way? Maybe just a teeny tiny little bit?