Christmas Sucks
Dear Lord, I really hate Christmas.
I want to enjoy it and get wrapped up in all that sugar coated 'peace on earth and goodwill to all men' crap but my heart just isn't in it! Last year I even managed to get out of the hard slog of hanging up the christmas decs. Bloody bliss.
Unfortunately, this year it's a definate no go - I've managed to find myself living with a christmas cheer i-love-tacky-shiny-baubles-and-all-that-crap type. Am going to have to dig around in the dark recesses of my cupboard and blow the dust off the decs. Last time (two years ago) I only got them out because I had a kid staying over and as I still cherish my childhood memories of Christmas I wasn't going to be the one to spoil it for the little lassie.
It must be my age, I swear it. I used to scowl at Bah Humbugs who wouldn't sing Christmas carols and poo pooed the very idea of Christmas magic but now as the years go by I find myself more and more grumbling around the shops, rolling my eyes every time I hear bloody Chris De Burgh singing "And it went aahahahaahahahaahahahaaaaaah".... grrr. And... and... the older I get the less able I am to buy presents for other people. I always go to town with the sole intension of buying presents and end up buying bags of things for myself. For example, last week. Decided I really really needed to start Christmas shopping or else I would once again be spending my Christmas Eve with the Dads of Plymouth, in a last minute desperate attempt to buy everything I need in an hour. I dragged myself into town and walked around for hooouuuurrrs. Couldn't find a single present. On the other hand, I did find two tops, a cd and and a lovely pair of shoes that called my name and looked sad in the shop window, to blackmail me into buying them. Have kept Christmas Eve free in my diary...
It is also bloody unfair that at such a busy organisational time of year your social life suddenly seems to explode out of control. Every other evening is another Christmas dinner (so you are pig sick of chocolate and turkey by Christmas day itself) and your days off you just want to recover from alcohol poisoning and chronic fatigue. I have once again bought a large box of Christmas cards only to find a stash of three unopened boxes in the aforementioned cupboard of forgetfullness which were abandoned there because I didn't find a spare hour or billion in Chrismas Past to write the same tired Tourette's-like expression "Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!" over and over like lines for a punishment. Ok, ok, I admit it! I'm just plain lazy and can't be bothered to do cards. I can't even say 'I think it is a con by card companies to sell cards, so i'm boycotting them', cos I obviously still buy the cards and help keep the multi million card company bastards in business!!
I could go on whinging about Christmas forever so I am just going to go now and sulk about the hideousness of the single life at this time of year. I am sure this Christmas lark was just made up by Smug Marrieds to rub the single person's nose in the depression of loneliness. Nothing more depressing than dragging the Christmas tree home alone, buying your Christmas puddings for one, having no-one to buy a tonne of presents for and then waking up alone on Christmas morning to a near as dammit empty stocking and then drinking until you pass out and can forget the day happened.... in fact it is definately competing for my Worst Day of the Year award which is currently still won every year by Valentine's Day. For the love of god, that is only 2 months away! Sob.
I say it again. Christmas Sucks.
I want to enjoy it and get wrapped up in all that sugar coated 'peace on earth and goodwill to all men' crap but my heart just isn't in it! Last year I even managed to get out of the hard slog of hanging up the christmas decs. Bloody bliss.
Unfortunately, this year it's a definate no go - I've managed to find myself living with a christmas cheer i-love-tacky-shiny-baubles-and-all-that-crap type. Am going to have to dig around in the dark recesses of my cupboard and blow the dust off the decs. Last time (two years ago) I only got them out because I had a kid staying over and as I still cherish my childhood memories of Christmas I wasn't going to be the one to spoil it for the little lassie.
It must be my age, I swear it. I used to scowl at Bah Humbugs who wouldn't sing Christmas carols and poo pooed the very idea of Christmas magic but now as the years go by I find myself more and more grumbling around the shops, rolling my eyes every time I hear bloody Chris De Burgh singing "And it went aahahahaahahahaahahahaaaaaah".... grrr. And... and... the older I get the less able I am to buy presents for other people. I always go to town with the sole intension of buying presents and end up buying bags of things for myself. For example, last week. Decided I really really needed to start Christmas shopping or else I would once again be spending my Christmas Eve with the Dads of Plymouth, in a last minute desperate attempt to buy everything I need in an hour. I dragged myself into town and walked around for hooouuuurrrs. Couldn't find a single present. On the other hand, I did find two tops, a cd and and a lovely pair of shoes that called my name and looked sad in the shop window, to blackmail me into buying them. Have kept Christmas Eve free in my diary...
It is also bloody unfair that at such a busy organisational time of year your social life suddenly seems to explode out of control. Every other evening is another Christmas dinner (so you are pig sick of chocolate and turkey by Christmas day itself) and your days off you just want to recover from alcohol poisoning and chronic fatigue. I have once again bought a large box of Christmas cards only to find a stash of three unopened boxes in the aforementioned cupboard of forgetfullness which were abandoned there because I didn't find a spare hour or billion in Chrismas Past to write the same tired Tourette's-like expression "Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!" over and over like lines for a punishment. Ok, ok, I admit it! I'm just plain lazy and can't be bothered to do cards. I can't even say 'I think it is a con by card companies to sell cards, so i'm boycotting them', cos I obviously still buy the cards and help keep the multi million card company bastards in business!!
I could go on whinging about Christmas forever so I am just going to go now and sulk about the hideousness of the single life at this time of year. I am sure this Christmas lark was just made up by Smug Marrieds to rub the single person's nose in the depression of loneliness. Nothing more depressing than dragging the Christmas tree home alone, buying your Christmas puddings for one, having no-one to buy a tonne of presents for and then waking up alone on Christmas morning to a near as dammit empty stocking and then drinking until you pass out and can forget the day happened.... in fact it is definately competing for my Worst Day of the Year award which is currently still won every year by Valentine's Day. For the love of god, that is only 2 months away! Sob.
I say it again. Christmas Sucks.
posted by DarkLadee at 11:25 pm
3 Comments:
oh i know how you feel! I am so not ready for christmas and it has started to annoy me! I must sort it out.
Carly, (did it this week as i can't be bothered to login or do what ever i was supposed to do)(i'm so rubbish!) sorry! x
i meant way not week, i can't even bothered to write properly!
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