My parents are having some serious financial hardship.  My girlfriend dumped me in the fall.  I don’t have the sort of friends who deem me gift-worthy.  I can’t afford to buy anybody anything, and I suck at gift-giving anyway.  All Christmas is to me this year is a particularly terrible time at my retail hell job.

Yeah, yeah, I know…Christmas is REALLY about companionship and love and all of that shit…go tell it to the mall.  My parents are forgiven; I told them not to get me anything.  But there is nobody else in this world who cares enough about me to give me a cheapo trinket of some kind?  Apparently not.

Back in my teen years, I flirted with the idea of not celebrating Christmas at all.  Of course, my mother wouldn’t have that.  But I’m not a Christian, and I really don’t care for the gaudy trappings of this consumer orgy we wrap in fake spirituality anyway.

So, yeah.  I’ll go to a couple parties, see some friends…but I think I’m done with Christmas, for now, anyway.

I really don’t see the point any more, and I’m fine with that.  There is no federal law stating that I have to love Christmas.  Gimme Halloween and Thanksgiving and fuck this holiday right in the manger.