For those that can’t stand this time of the year, my misery seeks company. What does it for you?
For me: aside from the usual family stuff:
I worked front-end in a post office back when that meant a line-up before I opened the doors to the end of the day when I had to inform the line-up that was still out the door that, yes, I was going to close on time. (Some didn’t take that well. For me it was just another Tuesday…)
It meant a lot of work with little thanks and I had to listen to the same shitty Xmas playlist over and over all day.
Edit/PS: The quick downvote sells it. Perfection. chefs kiss
Christmas is just no fun for me. I get that it is (apparently) for other people and I don’t begrudge them that but, as a childfree 40 something non-religious queer woman, I think it’s kinda lame lol. I do love having time off from work though, so that’s cool.
Obligatory gift giving is not at all my thing. I love getting thoughtful gifts for folks and I’m generous by nature, however, I don’t care for being strong armed into it by arbitrary convention. I wish the emphasis was on charity rather than consumption and all the time, not just for a few performative weeks.
The commercialized religiosity of the holiday in the US gets increasingly grating for me. The narratives around the traditions are tired. It feels like being shouted at for months. I prefer the pagan roots of the thing and try to ignore the vulgarity of the current interpretation.
I like the idea of mailing gifts so that the recipient gets a fun surprise and the comfort of opening it in their own space, and on their own time, without an audience. So I just mail out fun little things, sometimes homemade, sometimes purchased, throughout the entire year to my loved ones and make no specific effort at Christmas time. Like, a Christmas present is all well and good, but it’s also quite predictable. A gift that shows up on March 12th for no reason other than you’re awesome and I love you feels much more thoughtful to me.
An old friend of mine is currently upset with me that I didn’t get him anything for Christmas, even though he got me something. I bought him a gift because I was thinking of him two months ago, twice as expensive not that that matters, but that doesn’t count I guess.