So now that we’re into December it’s time for me to admit something that needs to be said.
I hate Christmas.
There, I said it, and before everyone tells me that I’m a complete jerk, give me a few minutes to explain myself, and maybe I’ll be able to convince you that I’m not completely insane.
To start with, lets take a quick look at the origin of the holiday. It was originally placed in December to coincide with the winter solstice, which was an occasion for celebration in many pagan religions when Christianity was getting a foothold in Europe. Over the course of several hundred years we now simply associate it with Christianity and most people don’t even think about the winter solstice unless they happen to see it on a calendar. (Quick question – and be honest – do you know what the winter solstice is or did you have to look it up?) So this brings me to the first point against Christmas, I’m not religious at all. Technically I’m a Christian, but I haven’t been to a church for quite a few years and don’t care to attend.
So now that we’ve talked briefly about the origins of Christmas, we can talk about what it really has become for most people – an excuse to give and receive gifts. Now I’m not going to say that gift giving is a bad thing, but it gets blown out of proportion so easily. Every year there is a story about something horrible happening to someone on Black Friday, and we’ve gotten to the point where we don’t even blink about it anymore.
Here’s another point about the gift aspect of Christmas that annoys me. I don’t want anything, but when you tell someone you don’t want anything, they look at you like you’re insane and generally give you something anyway. So now when I didn’t ask for anything, I end up with some junk that I don’t need and probably don’t have room for. So here’s my last point about gifting buying/giving. I don’t buy things for a lot of people, but every year I have to get things for every member of my family. I never know what to get my parents, and I have absolutely nothing in common with either of my brothers, and I have no idea about what to get them, and likewise they have no idea what I would want. This can often end up with the horrible outcome of getting a Talking Digital Coin Jar. Yeah, that’s exactly what need, I used it for a couple of weeks and then got annoyed with it and now I just use the bin, not the lid that counts and keeps track of how much change I have in it.
Are my reasons starting to make a little more sense? At least to the point where you don’t think I’m completely insane? I sure hope so, and this brings me to my next reason, I absolutely HATE Christmas music. I hate every song, and the fact that radio stations keep playing them earlier and earlier in the year does nothing but irritate me more and more every year. Part of this comes from working in fast food for nearly 8 years, and the radio stations play the same 15 or so songs over and over every year, after a while, you get sick of them all.
And now for another pet peeve of mine, political correctness is more absurd this time of year than at any other time. And you all know exactly what I’m talking about: Merry Christmas vs. Happy Holidays. Lets look at something real quick, according to Wikipedia, in 2008 76% of adults in America were Christian. Let’s face it; the vast majority of people in America aren’t going to be offended. Along with the majority of people being Christian, roughly 95% of people in America celebrate Christmas (according to a Gallup Poll here: http://www.gallup.com/poll/145367/christmas-strongly-religious-half-celebrate.aspx). Just say Merry Christmas – no one is going to be offended.
So let’s recap, it’s a religious holiday for a religion I don’t practice, a testament to the materialistic greed that overruns the country, horrible songs that I’m going to end up hearing far too many times (despite doing everything I can to avoid it) and one of the most annoyingly unnecessary acts of political correctness that any of us will ever see in our lifetimes. So all in all it’s a horrible holiday that I start to hate more and more every year.
So after all that, there’s really only one way to end a post like this: Bah Humbug.