A nifty meme (Stolen from kareila)

The items in bold are things I have in common with kareila. Those not in bold are just random facts about me. To participate, bold the items you have in common with me, and replace the others with other facts about yourself.
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Ho Fucking Ho Ho

I hate christmas.
I hate almost all of it.
I hate the hype. Yeah, what a great idea. Let's pull the Christmas stuff out just as Halloween ends. 2 months of christmas? No one will mind, right? How many days till Christmas? Only 60? Time to take over the radio stations and play all the christmas music we want!
I hate the blatant commercialism. Wasn't Christmas (and for that matter Hannukah) supposed to be a solemn holiday marking an important religious day, not a day about candy canes and presents and christmas lights and all that shite?
I hate snow and ice and cold. White Christmas my ass. How about a nice green christmas with grass still visible, eh?
I hate the music. I swear to god, there are only 15 christmas tunes and numerous terrible covers of them. I want to burn frosty down to the ground, shoot rudolph, melt any sleigh or jingle bells and fuck Santa if all he has to worry about is whether we've been naughty or nice, you fucking judgemental bastard.
I hate the "Christmas spirit". I've seen the Christmas Spirit. It's a myth. People are too busy being general asshats to give a shit about anyone else not them. Christmas Spirit. Ha! If there were a real christmas spirit, you'd see people giving their christmas presents to people who could actually use them instead of being the materialistic little bastards they are. Or, heaven forbid, perhaps just a little of their time or money. Go ahead and ask the City Mission or Meals for Wheels or the Red Cross or any actual helpful organization whether THEY believe in the Christmas Spirit.
Mostly, though, I hate christmas shoppers. I hate the people with 50 different things to buy for 50 different people, each rung out seperately and wrapped and boxed. I hate people who get snotty if, heaven forbid, we're all sold out of the same thing EVERYONE ELSE in the city is sold out of. I hate whiny snot-nosed little kids who scream and wail because their parents are doing shopping for someone besides them and weren't intending to buy them something at EVERY FREAKIN STORE. I hate people who don't understand that if they're exhausted from all the shopping they're doing, we poor clerks are just as exhausted from putting up with a few hundred people demanding this and that and to be checked out NOW and get this down and put this in my trunk and does this come in Black?
Ugh ugh ugh.
Bah Humbug.