Dreading the Chritmas Bells

 Crummy Crappy Christmas

Oh boy, here we go again. Open till 9pm, sale on now, dad will like this, shop at officeworks, buy this, get a loan, eat a ham, invite the family over, get happy, tinsel, drink coke , pretzels, fruitcake, gingerbread, carols by candelight with mothers clapping baby's hands together on the idiot box, home alone soundtrack, sports on t.v, must get more presents, stress in the kitchen, call up long distant relatives, badly made egg nog..yeah..Christmas here.
When I was a child Christmas was great, the weather got warmer, arts and crafts at school, Christmas movies were awesome, Id learn a Christmas song on an instrument, and countdown till the night we would go outside and look for Santa hear a bell and come inside for heaps of Prezzies! and a big European dinner with lobster and a large family to make it even better staying up late till we couldn't anymore. ok, that was amazing.
But I get older, the presents get stale, I fork out hundreds of dollars and effort making my own Christmas paper, decorating the house in lights, then santa dies, you have to help cook dinner, the family gets smaller, you get even older spend even more and now hate European Christmas food.
Years go by and now your older than ever, the family is smaller, the presents are so bad you throw them all away, work overtime for nothing, cook the entire dinner, decorate everything yourself, argue with everybody, can't even go shopping, you now hate mothers, guilt and shops, comercialism gets worse, they make you shit and worry before halloween about the most "wonderfull" time of the year, there is a sale everywere even though the prices havent changed at all, everyone drives crazy, only get Christmas cards from ex-boss's, ex-friends companies you don't give a shit about and for what - a shitty ass Christmas.

I really don't wast anything to do with Christmas this year. I feel shitty every over day of the year, why would this one make me happy. Our family stinks and I have a constant reminder that its all my fault that my older brother is a ragging abusive alcoholic and I told him I never want to see him ever again. Even though my parents told my grandparents, aunties, uncles, cousins, and everyone else to fuck off. Work is stale and dry with no bonus holiday time, home alone isn't as much fun the 1,00000 time watching it, we won't eat lobster for dinner, granddad won't get me unique overseas presents, hell I won't ever see him again. And being a satinist really pisses me off with all that God, jesus guilt shit, although there is a satanic christmas thing it still annoys me. And Charities! Fuck- give, give, give! If I want starving kids in Africa, homeless people, or less privileged people in this world to have a better Christmas I will donate to the cause itself not some shitty tax ride-off, vulture grabbing cunt charity. Look at big chain stores - Buy a gift from our store, put it under our tree and we will give it to some hospital or salvation army kid that wont get 100's of presents. Why can't the store buy the presents, or donate 10c from every purchase or something, they make millions every year and they make You buy from Thier store for guilt and make you feel like a hero.

So call me what you want but bar humbug, fuck Christmas this year I'll watch one Christmas special and bad santa, work my ass off collecting dead people feeling like a cunt, and go out for dinner. No presents, no stores, no carols, no Czech dumplings, no itchy hats, no alcohol, no religious guilt,  no Crummy Christmas!

What Christmas used to mean to me: 

Happiness and Family:

 What Christmas now means to me:
Unhappy Commercialized guilt