You know that one song," It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year"?
It ain't.
Shopping mosh-pits. Traffic that doesn't move. Screaming brats. Stress about coming up with THE PERFECT GIFT. Guilt from realizing that distant relatives have become strangers to you. Guilt if you don't drop some cash in the bucket of every idjit ringing a bell (don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact). Guilt that you might have spent less on the gifts you're giving, than others spent on the gifts you're receiving. Guilt for making people feel guilty that you spent more on the gifts they're receiving, than the gifts they're giving you.
Guilt because you see what we've made of, "The Most Wonderful Time of the Year", and know you did your part to keep the soul crushing beast alive.
GAH!!!!
'course it is kinda fun to put jingle bells on me work boots. Makes me sound like an elf doing a Clint Eastwood impression.
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This is why Hannukah rocks. Candles are cheaper than zillions of lights, potato pancakes can be eaten for any meal (unlike those horrid little Christmas cookies), and no guilt about "The Most Wonderful Time of the Year." All our guilt comes direct from our mothers.
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