I truly despise the premise that you MUST buy gifts. Yes, gifts are nice and I hear that it is better to give than to receive. Personally, I will give a gift to someone if I happen to see something that I know a friend or family member would like. It doesn’t necessarily have to be at Christmas or at a birthday or any special occasion really. It’s a gift just because. I saw it and I thought they should have it.
I hate Christmas stress. As people bustle around getting ready for the holidays things get frantic and people are CRAZY. It’s like going through an entire month feeling like it’s a full moon. And everyone who is anyone knows that all the crazies come out of the woodwork during a full moon. The shopping malls and grocery stores are mayhem and there’s gridlock in parking lots. You’d think that there would be more Christmas “cheer” but from what I have experienced, people are frazzled and stressed. I can be certain to say that there have been more altercations at the mall in December that at any other time of year.
I despise formal seating at Christmas dinner. Once again I don’t mean to offend those who do this but I think having formal seating at a family Christmas dinner is completely ridiculous. Adding any sort of formality to an occasion that is supposed to be joyous and festive takes all of the fun out of it. Ok, I do understand that someone has to sit next to crazy Aunt May who takes her dentures out and neatly places in on her napkin after pumpkin pie or the bozo drunk Uncle Martin who brings a new and younger girlfriend each year I hopes that the family doesn’t suspect he’s a homo despite the fact that we are all just begging for him to come out of the closet already!! I’m sure the seating can work itself out without the table place tags!
The number one reason I’m bitter about Christmas probably stems from my own childhood. I honestly believe that Christmas, as known by North Americans, was ruined because my parents are ESL and didn’t fully understand the “Christmas Culture” and the importance of Santa to a young child. You see, as my parents were still learning to speak, read and write in English and naturally they made mistakes. I would have to say that their most crucial mistake ruined Christmas for me forever. How would you feel getting up early Christmas morning only to find that you have received gifts from SATAN? That’s right around the age of 6 or so I think our gifts were wrapped and left by the fire place with tags that said “Marry Cristmus From Satan”. Obviously, there was no Santa or Satan for that matter… it was just my ESL parents who didn’t have spell check in 1981. So at the innocent age of 6, my Christmas spirit was shattered and all faith in the holiday disappeared that day when I found out Santa was a fake.
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