Does a lot of the trouble that people have with Christmas have to do with not getting on well with their families? I get on really well with mine, and I like exchanging good presents (and I hardly have to do any outside of immediate family), and I love love love the excuse to spend loads of time cooking/eating great food, which makes the whole thing pretty great.
Also, I guess I somehow miss out on this relentless commercialism. Where does it manifest itself? TV? High street shops? I guess I hardly encounter either of these, which is maybe why I don’t really notice it.
Dammit why is not Tom Lehrer’s “A Christmas Carol” on youtube?
—-
Relations, sparing no expense,‘ll
Send some useless old utensil —
Or a matching pen and pencil!
“Just the thing I need, how nice!”
It doesn’t matter how sincere it
Is, nor how heartfelt the spirit,
Sentiment will not endear it,
What’s important is the price.
—
I wuvs Tom.
Toby as alluded upthread (somewhere) it may often be not so much a case of not getting on with the family but just experiences with relatives being duller or more boring than perhaps they ought to be (more awkwardness/sense of inadequacy than hostility).
for me, it is definitely a case of...well, not so much me not getting on with my family, but certain members of the family not getting on so that the whole house becomes tense and sad. happens every christmas. and i think the expectations for getting along and being happy are higher at christmas than at other times, which makes it worse. commercialism is not a big problem, i think.
Are there any contract killers available who would like to come round and murder my parents for me? I’m that fucking pissed off right now.
Oh, how I fucking loathe most of my family. Grrrrargh.
It’s 9am and I’m already the sous-chef.
count yourself lucky... i’ve been cheffing for four days already.
my favorite christmas carols:
children go where i send thee*
somerset wassail
friendly beasts
while shepherds watched their flocks
*mostly cuz I get to scream ‘children go where i send thee!’ every refrain.
i dislike:
frosty, rudolph, jingle bells, all that standard crap.
i’m beginning to hate xmas due to the fact that i traveled 800 miles to get into family arguments that i could have very well had on the phone. but this one involved more screaming, hysteria and tears. yay, christmas!
Here it is. I spend Boxing Day with my neighbours every year since time began and my mom is trying to make me babysit my cousins instead. NO they cannot come to the BD party as both have colds and best friend is newly preggers but in reality NO FUCKING WAY I HAVE JUST SPENT TWO DAYS WITH THESE PEOPLE AND I WANT TO USE WORDS OF MORE THAN TWO SYLLABLES AND NOT HAVE TO HEAR ABOUT HOW IMMIGRANTS ARE RUINING AMERICA FROM THE GRANDCHILDREN OF IMMIGRANTS.
after the really disturbing display of hysterics by other members of the fams, we’re all now sitting around awkwardly, not really talking and avoiding eye contact, while my ancient grandmother complains about teh chicken livers. 2 1/2 more days. i think i can make it.
I’m watching the national spelling bee on ESPN—which is providing all of the pain and pathos of the holidays for me.
Otherwise I ate a lot of food and saw my nieces and nephew, so it’s all good.
Nothing too horrible/crazy happened this year—much to everyone’s surprise.
We’re old, and I can concentrate on the kids!
I’, going to start a spelling bee thread.
i got insulted by my drunk mother in law this year. i wanted to shove a mutton rib down her throat. maybe im starting to not like christmas.
i got insulted by my sober mother more times than i can count this year. xmas = not so fun. can’t this shit just be phoned in?
Parents always call you stupid when it suits them and it never has anything to do with reality, so chin-up. Still sucks, but next time she hits you with it feel free to point out that nothing is more stupid than a mother who insults her own children.
you guys need to put some more rum in your eggnog and turn up the Slade.
It sure as hell can’t make it any worse, is all I’m saying.
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