Hate is a strong word. I don’t readily use it to describe something, but for Xmas, there really is no other word for it. I hate Xmas, I can’t even bring myself to say the word! And I hate it with a passion.
I hate the screaming little brats in town because the spoilt bastards haven’t got what they want.
I hate seeing people carrying bags and bags full of shite for their kids, knowing full well that the hundreds of pounds spent on that crap will be thrown out in a few months because their little darlings are bored of it.
I hate the terrible television programs. Endless fucking repeats of the same crap. Oh, and the Queen’s Xmas Message. How lovely that she took a few hours out of her busy schedule in September to patronise her ‘subjects’ by stating the blindingly obvious.
I hate the false fucking sentimentality. Goodwill to all mankind, it’s the season to be jolly. Fuck you. I’m relatively nice to people all the time, does that mean everyone else are right cunts and for one day of the year they are really nice to everyone? Of course not. What a crock of shit.
I’m an atheist, so the idea of celebrating the birth of someone I don’t believe existing seems a little hypocritical to me.
What I love about this time of year is the time off work, and it’s one of the few occasions of the year our family can get together, mother, father, brothers, nieces and nephews.
The rest of it… you can shove it up your arse. Roll on Boxing Day!
I hate Christmas too, far more so since I deconverted from Catholicism. I hate the music in every shop, the thoughtless spending, the insincerity, the expectant stare that always accompanies the “Merry Christmas”, the relatives who descend on me like a plague of locusts…these same relatives who avoid me the rest of the year. I try to tell them to stay away, but they don’t listen. They know I’m an atheist. Why can’t they leave me alone? Why can’t any of them cook? Google “how to roast a turkey” you lazy bastards! Just because my mum taught me to do it doesn’t mean it’s my job now that she’s dead, especially when just looking at a dead bird makes me physically ill and I’m not about to kill a lovely tree just to put a bunch of shiny shit on it. They can all fuck off until after New Year’s. Thanks for allowing me to vent 😀
you’re not alone…and i’m not alone too! YAY! I hate xmas too! I call it the hypocrite holiday were you HAVE to love everyone…….