Monday, December 11, 2006

I hate knowing what I got for Christmas

Last night my girlfriend told me that she had gotten my Christmas present that day. I laughed and said, "Oh, really. What is it?" She then, without missing beat, told me. What the fuck? I thought my laugh suggested that I was joking and even if I wasn't, YOUR NOT SUPPOSED TO TELL ME! I like the idea of being suprised on Christmas. It is one of the very few things I enjoy about this over commercialized piece of shit holiday that is, in my opinion, is a slight on god. While I understand that is a celebration for the birth of his only begotten son, it has turned into a capitalist nightmare. Not that I have anything against capitalism. I'm actually a very big fan and anything that gets people spending money isn't all bad. That being said I am not a fan of disguised motives. I hate that this whole drive to get people to spend money is shrowded in a blanket of Christianity. The fact is Christ was not born on December 25th nor was he born in the winter. December 25th was a pagan holiday that celebrated trees or some bullshit. I am pretty sure that is why we yearly commit mas genocide on the pine tree population. Shut up, I'm not a fucking tree hugger I was just trying some creative phrasing. Another issue I have is the whole Christmas spirit fascade. I will admit that there are a few pure souls out there that absolutely grasp the concept of the Christmas spirit. Those who donate time and effort to soup kitchens or toy drives. If you do things of this nature, good for you. You seem to get it. Please recognize that this is a small percentage of people and the rest of you hethans fighting over the last Elmo have missed the point. This type of behavior is troublesome and the worst part is that you are teaching your kids that it is ok. You are the ones who have kids that scream if they didn't get what they wanted. Your kids are all about themselves on Christmas. "What did I get?" "Where are MY presents?" If you hear shit like this, your kids are selfish little brats and their behavior is all your fault. No child of mine would ever act like that unless they wanted to have a crimson colored hand print on their ass. Boy, I really went off the subject there. Here is my point. I see Christmas as a necessary evil. It certainly helps our economy. There is no arguing that. I realize that denouncing the whole thing is not an option in my family. So if I have to participate, I have to find the good points. One of those points is not knowing what I'm getting ahead of time. The other is the food.