Oh boy I cant wait for it… to be over. Santa only ever brings me severe seasonal depression
I have see Christmas stuff on sale since the last week of August so I saw this meme and was like “But… December is next month.” Because holy shit it totally felt like it was. 😳
Guess im just old but Christmas is just a capitalist scam.
I enjoy the snow and cocoa around the fire. I tell people not to give me gifts because if I want something ill buy it. I dont need junk.
I do get Legos for kids still though.
It’s only a capitalist scam if you buy gifts instead of making your own. Or stealing.
Like we can afford snow anymore.
@LadyButterfly@reddthat.com the year is almost ended, and there’s still a lot of stuff to do :ablobcatcry:
I know…
Just let it be autumn ffs
Fuck Christmas
Halloween forever!!
Fuck yes
I love the Mariah Carey Christmas memes, but tbh it’s one of the only Christmas songs I actually like lol! I don’t really seem to get tired of it, but I don’t listen to a ton of Christmas music in general. Just an occasional one during the season is all. Don’t hate me for it!!
In all seriousness, I unironically like Feliz Navidad by José Feliciano.
I haven’t enjoyed Christmas since I stopped wanting to be alive, and that was a long time ago. For me it’s just another giant source of anxiety and a glaring reminder of how much I’ve decayed. I’m very happy for those who enjoy it though
Hey friend, maybe this song is for you https://vnvnation.bandcamp.com/track/nothing-more
1 month until Halloween! FUCK CHRISTMAS
Compromise?
Whole lotta grinches in these comments. Of course Christmas has been exploited by big business to make money and yada yada, all that cynical bullshit.
To quote Charlie Brown, circa 1965 (which I mention to point out that this problem is nothing new):
I won’t let all this commercialism ruin my Christmas. I’ll take this little tree home and decorate it and I’ll show them it really will work in our play.
You might as well hate Halloween because it gives overly-religious people an excuse for their Satanic Panic every year. It has nothing to do with the actual holiday itself, but how bad actors have co-opted it. And I say that as an atheist who enjoys Christmas in a secular way.
Christmas rules. I love having a time every year where I can reliably take some time off work and spend it with family.
That said, I’m not skipping Halloween by any measure; I love Halloween as well. Our decorations our going up today.
Stop calling it by its trademarked, bullshit name then, “atheist”.
Fuck “Christmas”, fuck “christianity”, fuck the whole bucket of hate-mongering Veruca Salt backbirths’ “sacred” icons, but also: fuck the hand-waving half-measures that allow its foundational groups to freely brainwash, rape, and radicalize children for century after century with “what if they’re right” impunity.
There is no god. Get off the fucking fence.
Goddamn who shit in your cornflakes today lol
Nah. I’ll continue enjoying Christmas as I damn well please. By all means continue to be a huge asshole about it, though. Happy holidays! 🎄🎅🎁
Ugh, I fucking hate Christmas. I wish I could take a vacation on another planet during this season. It all starts with that pumpkin spice bullshit. The music, the decorations, the same old rampant consumerism that despite a shitty economy, people will still throw their credit under the bus just to make sure everyone has a Chinese-manufactured gift they don’t want or didn’t ask for… exhale
Fuck Christmas.
I’m imagining a red and white van pulling up next to you. Masked people in elf costumes overlayed with tactical gear grab you, put you in the van, and sedate you. You wake up, tied to a red and white velvet chair and surrounded by a warehouse decked out in the most ostentatious Christmas decorations you’ve ever seen. It’s like a CIA black site that looks like a Christmas village. You look down. They’ve changed your clothes while you were out: skinny jeans tucked into Ugg boots, a scooped neck sweater, and an infinity scarf. You can’t see them, but you feel certain, based on the sensations around your ears, that you’re wearing white furry earmuffs. One of the elves approaches. “Time to fill you with some Christmas cheer,” she says menacingly as a cruel smile begins to spread across her face. Another elf takes you into a headlock from behind, while two others hold you down in the chair despite your struggling. The first elf is holding some kind of tube. She forces it up your nose. You feel it scraping the soft lining of various tissues as it forces it’s way down into your stomach while tears run down your cheeks. You feel a click near your nose, and the elves release you from their grasps, leaving you to the chair and it’s restraints. You see the tube before you, now connected to a large syringe with some kind of brownish-orange slurry within, in the hands of the elf who spoke earlier. She depresses the plunger. You feel your stomach slowly expand with the warm contents from the tube. You burp. What’s that smell? Pumpkin spice latte? Turkey? Cranberry? Stuffing. It seems you’ve been infused with a holiday meal. A figure emerges from the glare of the Christmas village before you. You hear the forceful, measured clicks of boot heels striking the faux cobblestone floor. The boots emerge from the glare, then legs, the the bottom of a dress with white fringes. When their face comes into view, you realize it’s Mariah Carey herself. You wait for to speak but she just maintains unblinking eye contact with you, a professional, superficial smile plastered on her face. Slowly she raises a microphone to her mouth: “Ahhhhhhaiiiiiii, don’t want much for Christmas-”
You shudder awake, and throw off your headphones. You must have fallen asleep listening to music when the algorithm started to drift away from your preferences. It was just a dream. Your stomach rumbles and you stifle a burp. Wait, no. Was that- could it be…pumpkin spice? You reach for your phone, but in moving, hear an unfamiliar jingle. Looking for the source you realize it corresponds to a bulge in your pocket. You reach in and fish out a small metal object that jingles with motion. It’s a sleighbell. A disturbance in the shimmering patterns of light reflecting off it catches your attention. It’s an inscription:
“He sees you when you’re sleeping.”
Fuck that shitty holiday
If loving “Songs for Christmas” by Sufjan Stevens is wrong then I don’t wanna be right.
What about Christmas Unicorn?
Go spend time with friends and family. Go give them a gift to show them you care.
You don’t need a weaponized, corporate, psuedo-religious holiday to do that.
This is XERXES. TriOptimum reminds you that there are only one-hundred-sixty-three shopping days until Christmas. An extra work cycle just twice a week will give you the spending money you need to make this holiday a very special one.
