I used to be a fan of Christmas, in fact, a big fan. But this year its snowballed into the biggest disaster of recent times. Here’s the reasons why:
- I am more likely to get SICK this time of year than any other time. All the parties, all the hand shaking and hugging get those germs and viruses around. I am currently sick as a dog as a result.
- It brings relationships into that “weird area” with gifts. I was going along happy as ever with my boyfriend who makes half the money I do per year until gifts came into the picture. We discussed no gifts at all, but that seemed uncaring, and with that much intimacy going on you can’t seem like you don’t care, so now I’m spending way less and he’s spending way more than we ever did on someone before when it should be the other way around.
- Family makes you crazy. Especially if you just got back from Thanksgiving across America, and you now have to go on a USO tour entertaining your relative across 3 states in 1 week. You get extra points for enduring in-laws. It takes 2 people to get married but only 1 set of in-laws to break it up and get it into divorce.
- Money doesn’t grow on Christmas trees. I wish it did because then we’d know where we were supposed to get the cash to pay for the wild dreams of every one we know and love this time of year. Hello credit card debt! I think that credit card companies should start accepting other methods of payment for your balance, like community service, donating you time to that credit card company sorting mail or possibly unworn Jimmy Choo shoes.
- Gaudy is next to god-ly. Or at least some people think so. I think we’ve gone off the rails with the decorations that start at Halloween and end sometime in February. I think that a tree and a wreath are all that’s really needed, not an entire extra nuclear power generator’s worth of electric lights and plastic lit figures on your lawn. Trust me, its not the 80’s anymore, national lampoon made fun of it for a reason.
- Coworkers and alcohol don’t mix. There should be rules about seeing your coworkers in an inebriated state. Some think its fun, mostly the drunk ones. The rest of us would much rather be home doing something normal with our evening rather than faking a smile when you ask us if we met Jim from accounting with a lampshade on his head for the 11th time.
I am not sure if you agree or disagree with me here, but let me know of course…What would Christmas be without another argument?
