11-01-2018, 07:52 AM
First there is the build up. The pressure of spending my money for the "right" present for each of the people I like. Then the down your throat commercialised Christmas bullshit that saturates the culture for 6 weeks building up to that magical fucking day. I am not paid for the break and so I am off for a week over the break with no pay. A week with no pay and forced time off and everything shut and people showing off gaudy decorations. All the nice places to hang out populated by hordes of families having fun , which I guess is loosely translated to making gluttons of themselves and drinking heaps of grog, making a mess, giving their overly excited screaming children a massive sugar hit which lasts for an hour and a half but which time the kids are fractuous, one of them is drunk and the other pissed off that they are the designated driver and between sunburn, ant bites and injures from cricket or footy or other haphazard injuries, they make their way home. It is toss of a coin if you hear them later that night stress, burned, drunk and cantankerous. By the 28th there is nothing to do and you are waiting for the Year to end and the start of the New Year so you can get on with work and stop reminiscing about the little that was achieved the year before. Perhaps too you will speculate that the birth of a middle Eastern Savour, St Nicholas and Elves and Pagan Gods of winter are are no more reasonably the same thing as the red woolen suited Santa is rationally suited to the Christmas climate in Australia.
Its a giant crock of shit, bah humbug!
Its a giant crock of shit, bah humbug!