I can see my family any time I want.
I can buy token gifts any time I want.
I can eat a lot any time I want.
I can love anyone I want, anytime I want.
I can be thankful for what I have anytime I want.
So what the hell is xmas about?
The churchies tell us it's all about the birth of Christ - well, according to what I have read, it's actually nowhere near when his calendar date of birth should be, has been sprinkled like most other christian celebrations with multiple pagan ideas and rituals, and is SO BLOODY COMMERCIALISED!
It really is "just another day" to me, and though I try to be christmassy for my kids, I find myself hating xmas more and more every year. In me younger years, I'd try to spend the day sleeping off a hangover, just to avoid seeing people waffle on about what a wonderful day they were having, and how great it was to see dear old Aunt Mavis (you know, the one that smells like cabbage and mothballs...)
These days, I just want to go postal every time I am forced near a shopping mall, I want to destroy my TV whenever a xmas special or charity show is broadcast, I want to hack the NZSE and cause the Warehouse share price to plummet, breaking the bastards, for hammering us with xmas ads 4 months out.
I just want everyone to get along EVERY day, so that schmucks like me who don't have time nor inclination to feign the empty happiness the rest of the populace do, can just get pissed and enjoy the sun.
Rock on New Years though!![]()
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