Every single year I hate Christmas/holiday fest more and more.
The malls are crammed to the gills with people buying crap they don't need, and the parking lot is filled with miserable a-holes who think that parking is a competitive sport.
I've noticed that this year has been particularly bad because I've already noticed people buying more stuff than they can carry. I am waiting with baited breath for the malls to start renting out mules with shopping carts draped over their backs so I can say "I told you so."
Adding to the insanity are the kids with the #*%&ing rolley shoes! For the love of god, those things should not be warn in public places at regular times of the year, nevermind in the insanity of shop-fest 2006. I really, really had to stop myself from tripping one 8 year old boy the other day.
I always tell myself that I will get what little shopping I have to do done, BEFORE this crap starts, but then every year it sneaks up on me long before I expect it to. Didn't we JUST have Halloween? I mean REALLY!
It's not just the malls either. I've started loathing the signifiers of xmas. Santa, lights, garland, sparkly spray snow, animatronic elves, large trees indoors, all of it! It's so fake and awful. I dig the food and the getting together with family and friends, but the rest of it that gets in the way makes me want to boycott December and the early part of January altogether. Also, don't even get me started on New Years Eve. The most over-hyped suckiest suck-fest around.
Anyhow, that one thing I am looking forward to is Morgan Spurlock's new comedic documentary "What Would Jesus Buy?" but I don't know if it's set for release during the xmas season as I was originally expecting. Gah.
Oh well, that just gives me one more thing to be SCROOGED about.
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7 comments:
Christmas is a wonderful time of year, Sherry. You're just having the wrong experiences. Christmas means watching all the seasonal cartoons and specials you loved as a kid and clementines and a hot chocolate and cozy blanekts and and cookies and squares and sparkly trees and just enough snow to make things look purdy and then playing trivial pursuit with the fam (and one of these days the kids will win, I can feel it!) and eating a feast where you have to have sticky notes to distinguish between the gravy and the cheese sauce and midnight toboggan runs and home made bits and bites in little baggies to give away to friends that stop by to say Merry Christmas and one day it will go back to being about kids who like the boxes their toys came in better than their toys. And really, Christmas is about tradition. So shut the fuck up and enjoy it.
I hate those fucking little punks with the roller-shoes. If rollerblades are not allowed in the stores, neither should those godamn shoes/kids/shitty-parents-of-said-shoed-kids.
Also, Christmas rocks. I put out all the Christmas tablecloths, table runners, etc today and it was super. There was old time-y Christmas music on and I set my wmp visualization to soft fire. And there were gum drops bought from the Bulk Barn for purposes of cookies, and tiny fancy candies for purposes of homemade advent calendars.
There was some japanese cheesecake bought as well, but that was less for Christmas and more for my belly.
This year we all decided to get each other one big awesome gift instead of a smaller one. So far, two of three have been purchased online. The mall has been mostly avoided and I can only believe this is a good thing. At least, I'm pretty sure they bought mine online. I saw some online receipts in the deleted sent items 'cause mom sucks at removing trace evidence of gifting. Whatever it is, it's from Dell.
God I hope it's a new monitor.
Fuck, I'm blogging in your blog, this is so very tacky. Luckily, you need me until at least the 3rd. Then I guess after that you can hit me with a stylish leather purse or belt. Or steal my ticket and kick me out of the car while you are still driving on the highway: "Ho Ho Fucking Ho you little blog stealing bitch! Merry Fucking Christmas! PS Stop fucking swearing on my fucking blog!"
I agree with you Sherry... any part of the season which could be redeemed seems to pale beside the overwhelming force the remainder... the only day I can handle is Boxing Day... it's unabashed and forthright in its purpose and, well, if you've ever door crashed a future shop on the 26th you know what the "spirit of christmas" is really holding at bay...
Dear Sherry,
Christmas is about children, and the baking of said children into delicious pies. Remove wheels before serving for maximum festivity.
Stirling and Clemens, I agree with you and support you fully. Stirling your commment was particularly insightful. Must be all them years o' learnin' kicking in. In any case, thank you. To the other two holiday lovers, well, I still like sra because she swore on my blog, but Amy, I expected as much from you and, while I appreciate your love for the sickening holiday, everything you listed is exactly the simulacra false fantasy b.s. that makes me hate this holiday. And I HAVE an "idyllic" family. Frig. I hate this time of year.
-Sherry
I hate malls at Christmas so goddamn much. I hate malls at any times of the year, but at Christmastime they make me want to punch people.
I love Christmas, just not the commercial version. I like getting the chance to relax for a few days, see family I never see and eat lots of junk food. But people who go overboard with the present-buying (you know, the ones who go into debt and stand in line for hours to get the cool toy their kid just has to have) need to chill out and read the Toronto Star's Santa Claus Fund stories.
Maybe it's because my family isn't actually related to me that I love our traditions so much...? In fact, there was a period of a few years when my grandparents stopped going south for the winter and we had to stop having fun Christmases with our friend family and spend it with our real family and those years kinda sucked. Now that the grandparents and some aunts have died off and the cousins have married off, there's no reason to spend time with my real family anymore so we're back to fun Christmas with the friend (read: better) family.
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