It’s The Most Hypocritical Time of The Year

I hate Christmas. Whether you’re a Christian or not, that statement is anathema in our culture. We have whole movies about people who hate Christmas and they get their comeuppance.

But why, pray, you wonder do I hate it so?

Let me count the ways. It is a time of orgiastic consumption. So much of the plastic shit we churn out worldwide is re-homed during this time of year. Toys, clothing, shoes, so much plastic. And so many ads reminding us of how important it is to buy things now. Loud, obnoxious, assaulting…which brings me to the decoration aspect. People decide to cover every millimeter of their house space, inside and out, with more plastic. Lights, little lights, bedeck the houses otherwise sedate the rest of the year. A cornucopia of bad colors are smashed together often in cutesy forms, again an assault of loud and obnoxious declarations of the holiday. Not all holiday decorating is so terrible, but the terrible certainly reigns.

But the real reason I hate Christmas is that it is an immense annual display of universal hypocrisy. Peace! Joy! Goodwill to all people! For one day? Twelve? Adventtide? For some “reason” these values aren’t daily values. We don’t wake up everyday praising the Prince of Peace. Rather, we worship the Prince of Power, the Marquis of Money, the Fürst of Fuck You, I Got Mine.

If Christmas really is about Peace, Joy, Goodwill, Generosity, Kindness…then why isn’t everyday Christmas? Why do we cram the highest ideals into a single season? A season that is increasingly about consumption and for the religiously insecure, decrying the lack of focus on Jesus (not the Prince of Peace one, or the baby one, but the Angry Macho Punisher one).

So I feel surrounded by a worldwide gaslighting. World leaders cheering it on, your nextdoor neighbor boasting of it, but by God no one really embracing it as the path of living.

And so, I remain increasingly hateful of Christmas. Bah humbug, screw The Who’s, bring me some more Krampus.