Bah Humbug

So my mom is in the throes of her annual, Christmas-puked-here, holiday ornament, decoration, candy, tree trimming, house trimming headache-making, aka The GREAT CHRISTMAS REDECORATION. And the house looks like all of the above, wrapped in a major furniture move. She's in her element when she's at home, and she's recently retired...so you know it is gonna be extra festive up in here. That said, I've never been much for the Xmas hoo-haa and all that mess. I don't even care if I don't get presents under the tree, but then again, I'm approaching a certain age and that shit shouldn't bother me that much by now anyways.

I hate what this holiday represents. They say it's the birth of Jesus that's celebrated, but we all know Target and Xbox are NOT thinking of religion during christmas. We are a consumer-driven society. We are plagued by materialism. It's enough to make one puke. It's a tacky holiday too. If you don't believe me, next time you're riding in a residential hood, check out the larger than life blow-up lawn fiascos that have become commonplace. I rode by this one house and I guess these homeowner's said EFF christmas, J-E-T-S, JETS, JETS, JETS! Because they had a 6 foot blow up football player wearing a Jets jersey.

People, it's gotten out of control.

But nevertheless, I wish you a merry, haphazardly strewn colored lights, red noel sweater full of flare having, yucknog and fruitcake, XBOX or DIE, blue light special, holly jolly one for you and yours.

-ELLE