A Very Merry Season.

It's around that time of the year when people are franticly looking, cooking, and being trampled to death in line for the last discounted iphone. I love the holiday spirit, and cheer, the anticipation of gifts and snow storms. The smell of eggnog and fruit cake. Fake greenery, sparkly unidentifiable berries, and energy efficient multi coloured bulbs. 

Most people in this city are under the false assumption that everyone has a Christmas tree, we all say "merry Christmas" and laugh with our hands on our bellies, buying useless gifts for our loved ones. We stuff red socks with little trinkets, and candies and hang them under the fireplace. We believe a fat man with a fierce white beard slides down our chimney and leaves perfectly wrapped surprises for us under our glittering decorative tree.  

But...some people don't have red socks, or fire places. We have black socks or white or grey socks, and we wear them on our feet where they fucking go. We don't celebrates Christmas, the birth of  baby Jesus, because we don't believe in Jesus. Who is this fucking Jesus, and why the hell is he making all these people spend money they don't really have on useless frivolous things for people that don't really need them. And what does Christmas have anything to do with presents?

This celebration has nothing to do with Santa, or any fucking elves for that matter. No Mrs. Clause,  no raindeer, no cookies and milk, and holiday hams, no red socks, or grisly fat men with fierce beards sliding through chimneys and leaving presents behind, NO. No no no... None of that. Just the betrayal of g-d and other holidays, real holidays none of this hallmark bullshit,  and the re-birth of baby Jesus, the lord and savior, for those of you who believe in that stuff. 

So to you people I say Merry Christmas. However I would not be so bold, so ignorant to assume that you celebrate Jesus day, I would kindly say Happy holidays as I know that there is more then just one celebration is season. 

Happy Chanukah aka Hanukka, or Kwanzaa,  or whatever else you may be celebrating this winter. And to all the fat men out there with fierce beards, it's a short season, and a sweet gig, enjoy the fame and fortune, your 15 minutes are almost up.