Christmas is supposed to be fun, right? I mean, the holiday is supposed to bring joy to people with gifts, family and joy. But not for me. Christmas has always been one of my least favorite holidays of the year. In fact, I just find the whole “holiday season” to be stressful.
I remember my friend once told me that the reason why I don’t like Christmas was because I was never rooted in a joy for the holiday because I never believed in Santa Claus. I was told that I missed out on enjoying Christmas to its fullness because I didn’t believe in Santa. Well, you tell me how I am supposed to be in Santa. I lived in a neighborhood that would shoot some guy creeping around at night into people’s houses. The house I lived in did not have a chimney. Those mall Santas all looked so different. I just didn’t believe in this guy named Santa.
Of course it didn’t help either that my parents don’t care about Santa either and never played that game. No new Christmas gifts under the tree. So yeah, Santa was fake and I had no other reason to care about this holiday.
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Now you see it! The face paint is cracking real bad and I may have added too much. I will have to fix it. But this is what I got tonight!
I hate the term “Happy Holidays” around these parts. If you celebrate Christmas, just say “Merry Christmas” and move on. Yet I have encountered “Happy Holidays” while at church. That’s weird. Jesus isn’t a touchy subject in these parts.
I don’t know if it’s too much pressure to remain PC that it carries over. Maybe they don’t Jesus isn’t important. I don’t know. But this PC thing has gone so far even the church isn’t safe from it.
So on Wednesday I celebrated Festivus. I hate what Christmas has become: a commercialized money-spending hog of a holiday.
I don’t give gifts. I don’t do cards. I don’t do decorations. I don’t sing songs.
But out of all that, I still remember the real meaning of Christmas. This is the fulfillment of God’s promise of salvation. This is John 3:16. This is God loving us so much that He gave up what means the most to Him.
This is why Christmas matters to me.
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I should have posted this when I got it, but it’s never too late to celebrate Festivus! I hate what Christmas has become and this is my only way of fighting it.
I seriously am thinking about a dinner on December 23 to air my grievances. I am for real.
Why does this day exist? Why do people who have a brother or sister deem it necessary to have a day dedicated to that fact? What about those who don’t have siblings? Do they have an official day? Of course not.
This day is a myth. It doesn’t exist. It’s a figment of the imagination. It’s for the insecurities of those who have siblings and can’t handle the real world like only-children like myself.
What a weird day for odd folks. They’ll make a holiday out of anything that has no significance.