Just try to buy an Aluminum Christmas Tree.
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The Bah-Humbug thread!
- Thread starter lunatic59
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Foget You, Santa! (Cee-Lo Green vs. Jackson 5) from the Santastic V album should be the theme song of this thread.
I'm Bob Cratchet this year.
remind me to sack you in a week or two.
But then you'll wake up in the 80's.
Tough boss.
shalemail
Android Expert
Well DANG IT MAN... stop surfing the book of faces, it's the debbil.
How bout this un?
They say his coat is red with the blood of the suffering.
Double post. Drink some eggnog and get over it.
Santa trying to join in the silly reindeer games.
This year at the Foreign Language School we're celebrating Chistmas..
...with a Chirstmas tree.
...with a Chirstmas tree.
Christmas memories ...
I would assume that most have at least one or two fond Christmas memories ... y'know, peace, family, gifts, friends, festivity. I was thinking about this as I walked the dogs this morning (at 6:00 a.m. in the dark, you have some of the most random thoughts).
Anyway, I was walking down the block, some of the houses' Christmas lights were lit. I started to try and think fondly of Christmas but the first memory that popped into my head was when I was 12 or thirteen. My parents had just split up (which was a good thing, because my dad was a jackass, but that's another therapy session) and we had moved to a more manageable house for my mom and brothers. The weeks before Christmas that year, I would get home from school first. My older brother was staying out with his friends until late and my younger brother always went to the neighbors. Mom didn't get home until after 6:00. So, I was alone in the house as the sun went down. I'd turn on the tree lights but nothing else and sit there in the dark, listen to Christmas music on the radio and wonder where all the joy was.
When I got closer to home I thought hard to try and remember a fond Christmas memory and it occurred to me that any fond memories I have for this time of year have nothing to do with Christmas. (The birth of my son on Christmas Eve tops them all.)
If a ghost of a dead friend shows up and tells me three spirits will visit me, they better be distilled spirits, otherwise I'm going to stand up, drop my pants and tell him to kiss my shiny metal ass.
I would assume that most have at least one or two fond Christmas memories ... y'know, peace, family, gifts, friends, festivity. I was thinking about this as I walked the dogs this morning (at 6:00 a.m. in the dark, you have some of the most random thoughts).
Anyway, I was walking down the block, some of the houses' Christmas lights were lit. I started to try and think fondly of Christmas but the first memory that popped into my head was when I was 12 or thirteen. My parents had just split up (which was a good thing, because my dad was a jackass, but that's another therapy session) and we had moved to a more manageable house for my mom and brothers. The weeks before Christmas that year, I would get home from school first. My older brother was staying out with his friends until late and my younger brother always went to the neighbors. Mom didn't get home until after 6:00. So, I was alone in the house as the sun went down. I'd turn on the tree lights but nothing else and sit there in the dark, listen to Christmas music on the radio and wonder where all the joy was.
When I got closer to home I thought hard to try and remember a fond Christmas memory and it occurred to me that any fond memories I have for this time of year have nothing to do with Christmas. (The birth of my son on Christmas Eve tops them all.)
If a ghost of a dead friend shows up and tells me three spirits will visit me, they better be distilled spirits, otherwise I'm going to stand up, drop my pants and tell him to kiss my shiny metal ass.
shalemail
Android Expert
I have more fond than not. Memories of Christmas that is. In fact the opposite of your situation @lunatic59 . My childhood was mostly ideal. As much so as can be when your father is murdered before your first birthday. My grandparents did a bang up job raising me Christian, suburban, white, middle class. I had clean clothes with no holes and I had gifts under the tree each year. I don't have a specific memory but many of decorating, ripping paper and destroying bows. It was all just fine.
It's been my adulthood that's changed my opinion of Christmas. My ex-wife, the lack of my kids in my life, I have seen the hate this world has inside, and the light veil of snow and twinkling lights don't camouflage the facts for me. Not anymore.
It's been my adulthood that's changed my opinion of Christmas. My ex-wife, the lack of my kids in my life, I have seen the hate this world has inside, and the light veil of snow and twinkling lights don't camouflage the facts for me. Not anymore.
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