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The 12 Hates of Christmas: #3-Fighting
The 12 Hates of Christmas is my slant of the 12 Days of Christmas. And it’s posted over at Rethinkmonthly.com:
Don’t lie, we all have several snippy moments during the most wonderfultime of the year. And yes, some of us even argue. We might even yell atthe kids a little. It might sound strange, but it’s hard, stressful,and tense trying to have so much fun and make something so special…[click here to read the rest.]
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Ah, the old liquid courage (or stupidity).
Yes, always an unpredictable ingredient to a celebration.
I think I might even rather listen to country music over the Christmas Mouse song. UGH!
Merry (interesting and eventful) Christmas!
In some families I’ve seen alcohol is added to the mix. Thankfully this was not my own experience, but I’ve seen all too many cases of holiday dread based on the expectation that the family drunk(s) would use the holidays as an occasion to get especially drunk, especially belligerent, and insure that a miserable time would be had by all.
On a lighter note, let me add another exhibit to my own pet holiday hate – schlocky “Christmas” music in public venues. This occurred today in a McDonald’s where I go frequently, which has had some of the very worst. Today they outdid themselves. I was treated to a long rendition, ad nauseum, of “Chrissy the Christmas Mouse” (Who lived in the middle of Santa’s house…)
It’s almost enough to make even a rationalist like myself believe in demonic inspiration. Could any merely human power have created anything this bad?
The story line is a not to subtle rip-off of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, but it possesses none of the charm or class of that piece. It succeeds in being “cutesy” without ever approaching “cute”. And the less said about the “music” the better.
As I sat with grim fantasies about putting a bullet into the speaker, I heard a sound that really was music to my ears – the sound of a radio switching stations. Somebody in the back was apparently as disgusted as I was. The radio ended up on a country station, and though I’m not a huge country fan, it was way better than the alternative. And, eventually, they played Blue Christmas which is a reasonably ilstenable secular Christmas song.
-Steve