Jingle this!
So it’s August and Christmas has already reared its ugly head. I guess I just have a laundry list of reasons why I hate the holiday. First off, Christmas was not even the birth date of Jesus So please don’t tell me that is reason enough to celebrate. The same people that claim to put Christ back into Christmas are the same people that get in fist fights at Toys-R-Us over the coveted trendy toy of the year.
All things aside, I know Christmas was a tough time growing up. There were plenty of times when money was tight. The fact that I was ever disappointed because I didn’t get some stupid toy really irks me. As a not particularly materialistic adult, I’m disgusted I was ever upset over something so petty. Guess what, we live in a society that supports that attitude. A few years later, after opening many many presents, one of my young nephews exclaimed on Christmas morning “is that all there is!?!?!”
It was then I knew the holiday would never sit right with me again.
For starters, my family is fragmented these days across the globe. So we’ll never get together again for the holidays. Who would want to? There is so much infighting and years of anger, hurt and disagreement that putting these people in the same place, even for the most peaceful of holidays, would be asking for disaster. So even if it was an option, it wouldn’t be a viable one.
Perhaps I’m just at that point between being a child and having children and so the holiday has lost meaning to me for now. I think the truth lies in this…no matter what becomes of the holiday; nothing will feel like “home.” I’ve already made my first disappointment for the 05 holiday season. I guess I made plans to go up north with girlfriend. We had talked about it, but we all know in girl world casually mentioning anything is as good as signing a legally binding contract. I can not explain to her my Christmas issues, but I don’t want to be a grumpy miserable bastard around her family and chances are good that is how I will come off. No matter how many wonderful people open their homes and families to me on the holidays, these places are not my home and the families are not my family and that is the catch. No matter how wide I smile and how many carols I sing, the holiday is a stress filled vice that I can already feel closing in on me 4 months and a week before the big day.
Bah humbug
So it’s August and Christmas has already reared its ugly head. I guess I just have a laundry list of reasons why I hate the holiday. First off, Christmas was not even the birth date of Jesus So please don’t tell me that is reason enough to celebrate. The same people that claim to put Christ back into Christmas are the same people that get in fist fights at Toys-R-Us over the coveted trendy toy of the year.
All things aside, I know Christmas was a tough time growing up. There were plenty of times when money was tight. The fact that I was ever disappointed because I didn’t get some stupid toy really irks me. As a not particularly materialistic adult, I’m disgusted I was ever upset over something so petty. Guess what, we live in a society that supports that attitude. A few years later, after opening many many presents, one of my young nephews exclaimed on Christmas morning “is that all there is!?!?!”
It was then I knew the holiday would never sit right with me again.
For starters, my family is fragmented these days across the globe. So we’ll never get together again for the holidays. Who would want to? There is so much infighting and years of anger, hurt and disagreement that putting these people in the same place, even for the most peaceful of holidays, would be asking for disaster. So even if it was an option, it wouldn’t be a viable one.
Perhaps I’m just at that point between being a child and having children and so the holiday has lost meaning to me for now. I think the truth lies in this…no matter what becomes of the holiday; nothing will feel like “home.” I’ve already made my first disappointment for the 05 holiday season. I guess I made plans to go up north with girlfriend. We had talked about it, but we all know in girl world casually mentioning anything is as good as signing a legally binding contract. I can not explain to her my Christmas issues, but I don’t want to be a grumpy miserable bastard around her family and chances are good that is how I will come off. No matter how many wonderful people open their homes and families to me on the holidays, these places are not my home and the families are not my family and that is the catch. No matter how wide I smile and how many carols I sing, the holiday is a stress filled vice that I can already feel closing in on me 4 months and a week before the big day.
Bah humbug
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