For the first 90% of the book, the Grinch had it right! Christmas is nothing more than a pain in my a$$.
Here are some of my reasons, feel free to add your own:
1) I am cheap. Not just frugal, not just slightly tight, I mean cheap. And Christmas just means spending money.
2)Everyone is so damn jolly. If they meant it, I could ignore it, but when it’s so obviously contrived, it makes me want to strangle people.
3) Expectations are so high, results are so bad. I do a crummy job of selecting gifts and the recipients are always disappointed. For anything I get, I would always choose somethng else.
4) It’s too “over the top”. The big inflatable lawn decorations make me want to puke.
5) It’s so incredibly wasteful. Food, money, gifts, gasoline, it all gets spent like there’s nothing better to do with it. I’d rather my mother-in-law contribute to her favorite charity than give me another sweater.
6) Crowds. I hate ’em.
7) Christmas songs on the radio. ‘Nuff said.
8) Drunk drivers. I hope they all get busted before they kill anyone.
I’m truly looking forward to when I’m in my 70’s and people will excuse me for being curmugeonly. Until then, keep your tinsel out of my face.
Whew, I feel better already.
(Editor’s note – My wife dragged me out Christmas shopping yesterday. I’m still winding down. Sorry!)
