Next year, i swear I'm going to boycott Christmas and all it's commercial trappings. Each year, i fing myself more and more disgusted with the thought of there being a holiday each year where you have to buy presents for people regardless of how well you know them, or whether or not you even like them. And if you don't buy the presents? well then you're looked upon as some sort of festering leper for the next year. Why do we need one single "season" of the year to be nice to our fellow man?
December 26 rolls around and, for the most part, christmas cheer disappears quicker than the christmas decorations, and everyone is on to the next thing. In this case, New Years. 30 broken resolutions and one bad hangover later, and we're off the hook until Easter. I wonder what would happen to the economy in the absence of holiday shopping cycles? Probably be flushed faster than even congress could manage to do it.
Am I cynical? Yeah. I prefer to think of myself as a cynic with a little human wrapped around me for warmth.
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Get Fucked.
Love and Kisses
The Sheriff
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