With the first flurry of snow dusting the ground and the roofs of cars up in the north it got me to thinking about the inevitability of the coming of festivities.
It got me to thinking about how much people fuss over something so trivial and why we spend so much time and money on something that essentially just a group of fairy tales stolen from other countries and belief systems that have been stuffed into our culture for financial gain.
I saw one of those horrid little adverts about saving for Christmas in advance with the tag line ‘have a debt free Christmas.’ Why in the name of anything at all would you not have a debt free Christmas? If you can’t afford to buy Xmas presents then don’t buy them, you are not obliged to buy anybody anything. If your kids are hounding you for that thing that they will play with for about a day before moving on to the next overpriced fad and you feel pressured into having your entire family around for a free meal that you really didn’t want to lay on then put your foot down and tell them to fuck off. It’s not them that will have to face the bailiffs when they come to take all your worldly possessions, it’s not them that will have to pull double shifts to pay for that massive toy bill because you have raised your young to be spoilt little bastards that should be drowned in a bag in a shallow canal to spare the rest of humanity from a lineage of greed and tantrums in public places.
How could you sit there and keep a smile on your face as relatives that you haven’t seen all year stuff their fat fucking faces with fistfuls of food like it’s the end of the world knowing that you have put everything you have worked for over the years (house, car, fuck off massive TV etc…) on the line just so people won’t call you a skinflint? I would rather be called a Scrooge than risk everything for a pack of vultures.
I for one don’t celebrate the Christmas period; it would be hypocritical of me to do so. If I did then I would have to recognise other holy days such as Ramadan or Diwali; I am not in any way religious so I don’t participate in stuff like putting up trees, giving presents or visiting family. But what I can do is see Christmas for what it is nowadays and that is a massive waste of money that make hardworking people poorer and fat lazy corporate types a hell of a lot richer.
It’s the biggest time of year for these parasitic fucks and you can almost feel the heat from the friction of them rubbing their hands together drifting through the winter cold. They even make the shops stay open later for the last month of the year so that the store workers don’t get so much time to celebrate and you can nip out and shop at 10pm, because the world would come to an end if you ran out of crackers for the table or tinsel to wrap around your neck to hang yourself once you realise you will be paying for this bullshit until next November.
I saw an ad in the Bluewater shopping centre about staying open longer on Sundays and thought ‘great, now if I feel the need to by sunglasses at eight o’clock at night I have peace of mind.’
YOU DON’T NEED TO SPEND MONEY CONSTANTLY TO HAVE A GOOD TIME, even though they will try to convince you otherwise.
I see so many people that are miserable because they are skint and can’t go out and spend, and it pisses me off no end that they will project that misery upon me because I am content to be skint. There is so much you can do without money, take a walk around some of the free places in London, or down some of the amazing country lanes that are out there, take some photographs even.
I am more than content to sit there reading a good book for a few hours listening to the test match with a cup of tea and a packet of smart price ginger nuts. And don’t give me that ‘what if you can’t afford tea bags and milk’ bollocks; if you can’t afford tea bags then you shouldn’t be allowed to handle cash because your clearly shit with it, you can buy tea bags and milk for a pound so you can stick that tripe.
I was unemployed for a couple of months last year and was pretty much skint for most of the time, I had saved a little money from my meagre wages but not enough to be going out all the time but I still managed to keep myself busy. Free internet at the local library, cheap bus passes and walks out on the marshes and local graveyards took up some of my time, I visited local forts and castles, parks and farms just to kill the time.
I also started to record my own grindcore cd’s under the guise of ‘STUMP’ which I think still has a Facebook and Reverb Nation profile if you want to check it out.
During this time I started a Facebook photo album called ‘my life in sandwiches’ which caused quite a stir within my friends list due to my awesome creations and use of varied ingredients on the quest for the ultimate sarnie… which by the way is Lincolnshire sausages with brown sauce and black pepper with a slice of Gouda cheese in a tiger roll by the way!
The point is, I just can’t stand people using the excuse that they have no money so can’t do stuff; no, your just lazy and have no motivation because you can’t go out and spend large amounts of wonga on shite that you don’t need, and I don’t have to spend a shit load of money on my family at the end of every year to appreciate their presence and if they don’t want to know me because I don’t get into the ‘Christmas spirit’ then they surely wont appreciate me for the rest of the year and aren’t worth my time.
I get the gathering of friends and family but I won’t play ball on this one so don’t come around my way with your hand out expecting to get fed because you will be going away empty handed and hungry.
But really I hope you have a good time one and all, and I sincerely mean that but you won’t find me panicking at the last minute due to running out of wrapping paper or that they ran out of stuffing in Tesco and I certainly won’t be fearing my credit card bill in January.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS! X