I tried, this year. I really, really tried.
The thing is that Christmas isn't my holiday; the idea that non-Christians are customarily obliged to participate needs to die. Especially, since, you know, let's face it, this is actually a commerce gig, and not actually a religious holiday.
But for one who isn't Christian, there is a period running roughly two months, from the end October through nearly the end of the calendar year, that is one long, supremacist offense against humanity.
Seriously, so there's an appropriated religious holiday merchandised to death at the end of October, and that begins a three and a half week run to giving thanks unto God for genocide, which is merely a waypoint in a consumerist bacchanal contrived to justify a societal religious holiday during which people literally
try to drive one another crazy↱. So, yeah, get in the effin' Christmas spirit and lose your effin' mind.
But, yeah, I tried. Oh, well. I'll be obliged to try again, next year.
There isn't really a war on Christmas.
Christmas itself is a war against humanity.
Christmas is a fine idea, and all, but I'm an American, and if there is one thing in the world we Americans know how to do, it wreck otherwise fine ideas; there is nothing in this world so good that we can't make it better through ruination. Some days it seems our raison d'être.
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Notes:
Spector, Nicole. "Does Christmas music turn you into the Grinch? Your brain (and health) on Christmas carols." NBC News. 18 December 2017. NBCNews.com. 24 December 2017. http://nbcnews.to/2prGsuj