'Tis the Season.
It's inevitable.
Every year, it comes.
And every year, it seems to come earlier and earlier. And while I try my best to enjoy it, and try to remember how much I enjoyed it as a youngin, this time of year usually just causes me to have one big headache. A headache that doesn't let up until January 2.
It seems like the day after Thanksgiving is the unofficial "Holiday Season", though in recent years the media's been trying to convince everyone that it's the "Holiday Season" after Halloween. People who have Christmas decorations up at all before Thanksgiving need an axe in their forhead--and knowing that my aunt was guilty of this sin? My statement stands. To me, the "Holiday Season", or whatever... the time you're supposed to worry about Christmas, is about two weeks before the holiday.
But no, the "Holiday Season", as it was cast upon by the media, starts the day after Thanksgiving. It's the time where we empty our wallets and bank accounts for material possessions that define our feelings towards those closest to us, even though must of us know that if you love someone and hold them dear, that should be all that matters. It's the time of year where " 'tis the season to be jolly" and "don we now our gay apparel". Be jolly? Bah. I'll tell you what the season 'tis.
'Tis the season to buy a bunch of shit that half of the people won't use ever again.
'Tis the season of empty bankrolls and mounting credit debt. People dread getting that bill come January.
'Tis the season of tacky exterior lighting arrangements resulting in high electricity bills. Not to mention, they blind passerby's, and result in car crashes.
'Tis the season for lameass specials plastered all over tv. If I see one more feel-good Christmas movie on CBS, I'm going to go apeshit.
'Tis the season of the infinite amount of dumbass store commercials announcing uber sales. And opening at 4:00 AM for the SUPER hardcore people.
'Tis the season for getting drunk off egg nog at the office party. Admittedly, maybe that's not so bad, but ... yeah.
'Tis the season of the lunatics. If you've ever gone Xmas shopping, you know what I'm talking about.
'Tis the season for those played the hell out of carols. You can't avoid them either. By the middle of December, I'm lible to deck the first person I see if I hear "Jingle Bell Rock" for the 99th time that week.
'Tis the season for egg nog, candy canes, and fruit cake. Thank god they only come out once a year.
'Tis the season for the Salvation Army. I do give to them, but just the thought of these nuts standing in the freezing cold ringing a bell all day just makes me think.
'Tis the season for Santa Claus. How does this man not have diabetes? (Hey, there's a good idea for a rant, but not now. Later on)
'Tis the season for sending out cards to people you haven't talked to at all the rest of the year, but still send cards anyway--if not simply to stay in contact, then out of habit.
Now, after reading this, you might think that I'm bitter toward this holiday, or that I'm some sort of "Grinch" or "Scrooge" or any other Christmas grouch cliche, or maybe something happened in the past to make me dislike this time of year. Well, I'm not bitter, I'm not a grouch, nor has anything happened in the past to make me dislike this time of year. I honestly do enjoy this time of year in between all the little annoyances. I just think this entire time of year is blown way way way out of proportion. And it's very easy to get sick of. You all have to know where I'm coming from.
Basically, my big point is that I like Christmas and the time of year, but I hate getting all this propoganda and bullshit crammed down all our throats. I like to take this bull by the horns in my own stride, not by what the media and society wants me to. That's why I truly don't really acknowledge Christmas until at least a week or two into December.
Oh yeah, and I have to work on Christmas day. Bah humbug!
Every year, it comes.
And every year, it seems to come earlier and earlier. And while I try my best to enjoy it, and try to remember how much I enjoyed it as a youngin, this time of year usually just causes me to have one big headache. A headache that doesn't let up until January 2.
It seems like the day after Thanksgiving is the unofficial "Holiday Season", though in recent years the media's been trying to convince everyone that it's the "Holiday Season" after Halloween. People who have Christmas decorations up at all before Thanksgiving need an axe in their forhead--and knowing that my aunt was guilty of this sin? My statement stands. To me, the "Holiday Season", or whatever... the time you're supposed to worry about Christmas, is about two weeks before the holiday.
But no, the "Holiday Season", as it was cast upon by the media, starts the day after Thanksgiving. It's the time where we empty our wallets and bank accounts for material possessions that define our feelings towards those closest to us, even though must of us know that if you love someone and hold them dear, that should be all that matters. It's the time of year where " 'tis the season to be jolly" and "don we now our gay apparel". Be jolly? Bah. I'll tell you what the season 'tis.
'Tis the season to buy a bunch of shit that half of the people won't use ever again.
'Tis the season of empty bankrolls and mounting credit debt. People dread getting that bill come January.
'Tis the season of tacky exterior lighting arrangements resulting in high electricity bills. Not to mention, they blind passerby's, and result in car crashes.
'Tis the season for lameass specials plastered all over tv. If I see one more feel-good Christmas movie on CBS, I'm going to go apeshit.
'Tis the season of the infinite amount of dumbass store commercials announcing uber sales. And opening at 4:00 AM for the SUPER hardcore people.
'Tis the season for getting drunk off egg nog at the office party. Admittedly, maybe that's not so bad, but ... yeah.
'Tis the season of the lunatics. If you've ever gone Xmas shopping, you know what I'm talking about.
'Tis the season for those played the hell out of carols. You can't avoid them either. By the middle of December, I'm lible to deck the first person I see if I hear "Jingle Bell Rock" for the 99th time that week.
'Tis the season for egg nog, candy canes, and fruit cake. Thank god they only come out once a year.
'Tis the season for the Salvation Army. I do give to them, but just the thought of these nuts standing in the freezing cold ringing a bell all day just makes me think.
'Tis the season for Santa Claus. How does this man not have diabetes? (Hey, there's a good idea for a rant, but not now. Later on)
'Tis the season for sending out cards to people you haven't talked to at all the rest of the year, but still send cards anyway--if not simply to stay in contact, then out of habit.
Now, after reading this, you might think that I'm bitter toward this holiday, or that I'm some sort of "Grinch" or "Scrooge" or any other Christmas grouch cliche, or maybe something happened in the past to make me dislike this time of year. Well, I'm not bitter, I'm not a grouch, nor has anything happened in the past to make me dislike this time of year. I honestly do enjoy this time of year in between all the little annoyances. I just think this entire time of year is blown way way way out of proportion. And it's very easy to get sick of. You all have to know where I'm coming from.
Basically, my big point is that I like Christmas and the time of year, but I hate getting all this propoganda and bullshit crammed down all our throats. I like to take this bull by the horns in my own stride, not by what the media and society wants me to. That's why I truly don't really acknowledge Christmas until at least a week or two into December.
Oh yeah, and I have to work on Christmas day. Bah humbug!