My favorite season
Christmas is by far my favorite holiday. It is without a doubt the best one of them all. Why can’t I seem to get more people to go along with me on this one?
Why do so many dread the Holidays season?
Is it because we put ourselves under so much pressure, do we hate visiting our families, or are we just so jaded that we can’t help but focus the smaller picture of Christmas?
The commercialism of Christmas annoys me to no end, but that’s an activity of which I need to make a conscious effort to indulge.
Most of the Christmas music they make now sucks, and the marketing of Christmas seems over the top and is sometimes is hard to get away from.
But I’m an adult now, and I have free will and can take or leave whatever it is about the holidays I find disagreeable.
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The overall message of Christmas is a good one. Peace on Earth, good will toward man, or rather: take a month of from being a prick if you can.
I like that message. It applies to me.
Even if you don’t believe in Santa Claus, Christmas should be the time of year when you get a chance to be the super nice guy or super nice girl for no reason at all.
After all, being a swell fellow or lady is its own reward.
Why some people want to outlaw public displays of Christmas or anything pertaining to baby Jesus is beyond me.
As an agnostic who doesn’t even believe 99% of what the Bible says, I think you’re making much ado about nothing.
This is more of an opportunity for you to play the spoilers, to ruin everyone’s fun. There have been lots of insinuations about Ebenezer Scrooge being a joyless, self-loathing atheist.
I think he was much worse than that. I think he was a liberal.
Anyone offended by the Nativity scene in public needs to get their head examined.
Your life is way too insignificant. Maybe an episode or two of “Desperate Housewives” might be the remedy, something to fill the void and give your lives a little more meaning.
Most importantly, Christmas is the time when parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles get a chance to blow the minds of the little ones.
Nothing is more fun than watching the excitement and joy on the faces of children on Christmas morning. I’m not even trying to get soft on all of you. It so much fun.
Christmas morning has an uncanny similar effect on children as crack cocaine does on adults. Their eyes get all wide and bulging, super hyper and unable to sit still, gleeful and babbling incoherently. Not that I have any first hand knowledge of such a thing. I think I read it somewhere.
For those of you who are of the Jewish faith, I appeal to you to come and join us.
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