Shiel's Christmas Special

I hate Christmas with a passion! Its the same shit every fucking year. It starts by rushing around stores and being absorbed by commercialism. Looking at your bank statement and making sure you have enough for your purchases. who are you buying gifts for? your friends, family and significant other (if you have one). You get so stressed out about what you are getting and making sure that they are going to like it. But really when it comes down to it if you dont know exactly what they want chances are they aren't going to use it or they just dont need it. By this time your bank account has been depleted and you're on to your credit cards. Commercialism has claimed its victory. If you have realized this you have already been through 2 packs of cigarettes and you're half way through your third. So now what? you get home from spending every last dime to wrap these gifts to make sure you dont see the reaction of these persons; when they see the most useless item they will receive this year. If they are lucky and get a chance to see the gift they will act surprised, thankful and fulfilled because they finally have some cheap chocolates and a loofah to wipe their ass with in the shower. (Dana the knife is fucking sweet btw this doesn't apply to you) It gets worse. You have gifts and probably many of them sitting under a tree. You wait anxiously until the morning of the 25th to see if you have received anythign useful from 'santa clause'. Now that doesnt seem too bad, but its the routine that will kill you.

The house is quiet and peaceful. The younger siblings have gone to bed and you can finally polish off that nice bottle of brandy. Mind you it was nice earlier in the evening but now its just booze. You now sit and relax because soon christmas will be over and you can splurge some more on boxing day. This is where one might have a final chance to have some self satisfaction by proceeding to buy something large and expensive for them self. It hasn't happened yet. You pass out or make your way to your bedroom to sleep the night away. But not even 20 minutes later your youngest sibling wakes you to go open presents. Now you stumble your way to the christmas tree to open these gifts. Sitting on the couch in a daze thinking about sleep, but you have the whole day planned out for you. Your flatulent grandfather wont stop rumbling the couch. Welcome to hell.

Well the gifts are all unwrapped the kids are off playing with their toys the phone wont stop ringing and your grandpa is still farting on the couch. You wait in silence for breakfast (the only good thing about christmas morning).

Oooo! yay! more gift certificates. well they wouldnt be so bad if you didnt have to spend any of your money to buy something.

My point is Christmas isn't christmas its more like Commercialmass. With out money there would be no christmas. I didn't want anything for christmas btw. Well I did. I wanted money and lots of it. Not in gift certificates unless they were from safeway. Because I wanted to give that money to a family who doesn't have a lot of money. Really I wanted a card from a less fortunate family saying thank you so much because it really would mean something to them and in return mean alot to me.

Send me money I'll pass it on, Give me clothes I'll clothe the cold, Hand me a card and I'll know we'll both be happy.

Think of how much money we would save if we just gave to people who needed it instead of eachother.

So till next year have a heart.

Merry Fucking Christmas;
Shiel

posted by Whiteshiel @ 11:25 AM Comments: 0