Holidays

The 12 Pains of Christmas – Part 2


Click here to read Part 1 of my loving tribute to the Yuletide Season. (Fair admission: This Part is not quite as loving as the First Part.) Or you can  just plunge right in…


4. The madness of idiots who have somehow passed a driving test at some point in their lives.

  Granted, the Dallas/Fort Worth metroplex is not going to win any awards for civility on the roadways. Many of these people are already beyond rationality, having escalated the art of vehicular insubordination to a level that would stun the citizens of any decent society. I’d almost say that these demon drivers consider it a badge of honor to terrorize neighboring cars as often as possible, but it’s fairly obvious that these folks have long since lost the concept of honor, if they ever grasped such a concept, and they have been reduced to grunting animals who simply haven’t been arrested yet.

  But once we have reached the Thanksgiving milestone each year? Holy cow does it get wicked, and fast. Maybe it’s the whole Black Friday thing, that shopping hell-frenzy created by retailers, wherein consumers are convinced to stand in line for 72 hours for a DVD player they don’t really need because the one they already have works just fine. (Screw Hi-Def, do you really need to see every single pore on Angelina Jolie’s face? Like she has any. And the plot of the movie is still the same, regardless of whether or not you can see each individual blade of grass in the climactic rescue scene wherein Delphine de Dotard is whisked away from certain death at a fertilizer factory in Grenoble.)

  Yep, that could be the catalyst. We have a shopping day where the Retail Gods convince the peasants that they must fight and rip at each other to somehow gain an advantage in a line that leads to a pointless victory, and then many of those same peasants are tossed out of the stores once the poorly-planned stock is gone. (Dudes, why advertise a sale if you are going to run out of the product 3 minutes after the store opens?) And the peasants, still pumped with adrenaline, get back on the highways and byways and they are out for blood, because they didn’t get the latest i-Whatever.

  And this uncontrolled dissatisfaction and anger lasts for another month. From the Day of the Unfortunate Turkey to the Day of the Giving Gifts to People You Don’t Really Like but You Feel Compelled to Do So, bitter people rule the roadways and cause considerable distress for the smart people who planned ahead and bought what they needed on eBay three months ago. (And they did so at a better price and without having to sleep in a tent made out of discarded fast-food wrappers in front of a chain store that smells like lost focus.)

  And thusly the darkness unfolds, with the mindless zombies behind the wheels of over-compensating SUVs increasing exponentially come Yuletide season, their otherwise-flatlined neural centers minimally reactivated by some holiday trigger. You can be innocently driving to the local supermarket on a benign voyage to locate the ingredients for figgy pudding, breathing in the aroma of your eggnog-scented car freshener and thinking pleasant thoughts about a kitten video you watched on YouTube, and BAM, hundreds of out-of-control vehicles are suddenly swarming all over the road, driven by demons hell-bent on forcing you to plummet into a nasty ditch and spill your pumpkin-spice latte.

  You should consider some proactive steps in this matter. Call your insurance agent right now and demand something like this: “Update my policy to protect me against anything an idiot can do in a functioning motor vehicle. Anything. And maybe throw in a clause or something that will save my ass if I snap and go after one of these twit-licks with a meat cleaver, because it might come to that. And by the way, Mr. State Farm Agent, stop sending me those cheap holiday calendars that always go directly in the trash. With the thousands in insurance premiums I send you every year, the least you can do is send me a high-definition DVD player, even if I don’t really need it.” Click.

5. The radio stations that start playing Christmas music at the end of September.

  Jesus would not approve of this. Stop it. (By the way, did you know that there are other religions out there who also have nifty songs celebrating their own holidays? How about we play some of those as well? Much closer to the actual holidays, of course.)

6. Those Salvation Army people with their stupid bells.

  Okay, first, there’s that whole mess with the Salvation Army actively doing whatever they can to restrict the rights of gay people in this country, and that some of the loose change you plunk into their morally-rusty bucket goes right into the funding for such an un-Christian stance. (Haven’t heard of this? Go do some clicking on the Web. I can wait.) I’m already not going to give the bell-ringers a single penny, but does that stop them from getting in my face with a device that should only be used to signal the household staff that you’re ready for your bath to be drawn?

  No, it does not.

  Here they come, arms pumping and bells clanging, despite the fact that I’m babbling with my same-sex partner about the latest Madonna CD. (If these fools had read the bylaws of their organization, they would know that my kind are considered the work of the devil, and if you piss us off enough we can direct the paths of hurricanes with our sheer debauchery, at least according to Pat Robertson. Why are you begging for our tainted rainbow money?)

  I just want to walk into the store and help the economy, since some of our elected officials clearly don’t want to do anything about it. I don’t want to fight my way past somebody with irrational focus issues that seems determined to psychologically abuse me with a musical instrument that no one has taken seriously since the Mayflower slammed into that rock. Get. OUT. Of. My. WAY. Do they train you to act like this? That’s some jacked-up wrongness right there.

  Of course, on the flip side of the manic ringers who think that every human walking in their general direction is a beast to be sonically conquered, we have the total-slacker ringers who couldn’t be more obvious that they would rather be doing anything else in the world, including oral surgery. They just stand there in a dirty Santa hat, smoking a cigarette and lethargically waving the bell with a minimum of effort so that the thing only makes tiny clicks. You could throw a Buick into their bucket and they wouldn’t even blink.

7. The trashiness of certain customers in retail establishments.

  I understand that some people are just generally pigs. Nothing can be done about it. They’ve been that way all of their lives and the stupid is deep. (We’re better off trying to rehabilitate the previously-decent folks who are drifting toward a life of sloth and negligence due to experimental drug-usage, unsatisfying romantic relationships, and failed attempts at climbing the corporate ladder.) But still, one would think that the Trashy Folk could take a shower and try to be decent during the holidays.

  Sadly, this does not happen. Rather, the Trashy Folk seem to be on some sort of misguided mission to prove to the world that nothing is sacred and we all might as well stop reading books and just go rut in the jungle. Specific case in point: The Christmas section at your local Target. Or more pointedly, what that section looks like after the doors open and the unwashed are allowed to touch things.

  Things start out fine, with energetic employees lovingly arranging the products in a manner that inspires joy and harmony. Everything is glowing with childhood memories and a bit of sparkly glitter, because things just aren’t properly festive until glitter is introduced, ask any drag queen. It’s a lovely scene that could probably be in a movie where Sandra Bullock debates which hunky guy would prove more satisfying under the mistletoe and possibly be invited back to the sequel.

  Two seconds after those fabled front doors open, you would think you were at a nuclear testing facility in the desert sands of Nevada.

  Fragile ornaments have been unjustly thrown on the floor and shattered. Strings of Christmas lights have been ripped from their boxes and stretched all the way from here to the pharmacy (and you can never get those things back in the box). The wrapping paper bins have been knocked asunder like The Three Little Pigs story originally had four porcine characters before the closeted editor decided to chop out the subplot about the gay piggy with his fabulous foil-wallpaper house. And the Christmas candy has been both sampled and spat out in one aisle that is now a minefield of sugared goo.

  What is wrong with people?

8. The Christmas cards that you fully intend to send but never do.

  The art of selecting and sending Christmas cards is truly a fine thing, indeed. Or at least it used to be. But that was back in the day when people had both patience and a lack of other things to distract them when the weather turned cold and you could no longer leave the house. Envision, if you will, Laura Ingalls Wilder when she was surviving all those blizzards where they nearly lost the livestock if it weren’t for Pa and his rugged manliness.

  In the current day, three things intrude on the sending of folded-cardboard greetings.

  One: We now have the technology to communicate with each other every day, many times a day, if you happen to be one of those miracle people who have jobs where you don’t have to actually do anything. Texting, skyping, group-chatting, sexting. We can reach out and touch anyone as long as we have the right data plan. What’s the point of sending something through the mail if it means you have to wait a week for the payoff?

  Two: Have you looked at the card selections lately in your local chain store? (This is assuming that you can claw your way past the bell-ringers and the folks camping out to save three dollars on an electronic device that will be obsolete in 20 minutes.) Most cards these days are inane, aiming at the lowest common denominator with “jokes” that wouldn’t make a sea urchin laugh. And the cost? Ten bucks for two cards, and it’s even more if you want actual envelopes, or a message that hasn’t been so politically-corrected that it’s more boring than the fruit cup at a retirement home.

  Three: Time. Who has enough of that any more, with our crazed rushing to accomplish so many things that in the end prove meaningless? Maybe that’s what I’ll ask for this Christmas. Time. I’d like some of that, please, so I can sit down and sip some hot chocolate and watch the tree twinkle and listen to old-school Christmas songs that haven’t been mangled by the latest pop star and not worry about wrapping everything and just breathe.

  But I still want that i-Whatever thing under the tree as well. The one that can sync all my contacts across every social media platform known to man, allow me to push a button and record my favorite TV shows while I’m being booked at the county jail for slapping a drunk Santa with the bigoted bell I snatched out of his ignorant hands, and will grant me the ability to teleport from one location to another during the holidays rather than deal with Bad Santa traffic.

Apparently, I need me some high-octane eggnog to settle my current disposition. I’ll get back to you…


Click here to read the next installment in this series…


Previously published, slight changes made. I realize this segment of the series is perhaps not the most humanitarian of efforts, but sometimes you just need a good juice cleanse, letting it all out so you can properly enjoy your figgy pudding…


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    • As has somehow become custom here at Bonnywood, Partner has once again sent out Christmas Cards to critical people, signing for both of us. He’s a peach when it comes to that. I lost my correspondence credentials a long time ago… 😉

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  1. 5/ Any station that dares play ‘Snoopy’s Christmas’ outside December is going to lose more than one irate listener. Holiday goodwill goes only so far. But, like leggypeggy I too have gone old school with a couple of cards. Why? Nostalgia? Irony? Whimsy? One thing that came as a nasty Christmas surprise was the current cost of postage- talk about a mercenary Christmas.

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  2. Agreed. Sometimes you just need a juice cleanse. I am totally opposed to this Christmas or seasonal or whatever-you-want-to-call it push to buy more crap that we don’t need and winds up in the ocean doing the nasty to all the sea creatures as well as the rest of the planet. Yes, time would be a very good thing. Buy and all its little followers needs to go strangle itself on its own tinsel.

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    • There is so much needless waste in this world. Even worse, there are so many people who depend on other people telling them what is important instead of figuring things out for themselves, thereby increasing the waste.

      And Time? It’s a precious commodity these days. Things are whirling with such intensity that too many folks don’t bother to fully contemplate the constant input. They simply react without consideration, and that’s never a good thing…

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  3. I bought stamps early this month. I bought the cards last year and found them buried under the rolls of wrapping paper. I’m getting closer to actually sending cards out..maybe. I live out in a rural area on purpose. I had to take mom out yesterday and go find bananas. I mean, it really isn’t banana pudding without them now is it? Anyway, by the time we were all said and done and caught in the nightmare traffic I was ready to crawl into a fetal position in the backseat and hope that my car suddenly pulled a Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and flew us out of there. People were blocking intersections because they didn’t want to stop where they were supposed to for a traffic light. I prefer these country roads where the main thing you have to watch out for are deer and the occasional escaped bull.

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    • Of COURSE one needs actual bananas for banana pudding. It’s just not right, otherwise. 🍌🍌

      I really would like to get back in the habit of sending physical cards, as I greatly enjoy it when I receive one. But it’s been so long since I’ve done so with any respectability that the muscle memory of doing such is long gone… 😉

      I am way over the traffic these days. It didn’t use to bother me as much, and I’ve lived in Dallas (this time) for three decades so I didn’t even notice it for a while there. But now the mere thought of driving across the metroplex (and the metroplex is HUGE, even for Texas) makes me itchy. I am ready to find that quiet little home somewhere down one of those country roads…

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      • The sad thing about the road our dirt road feeds off of, is also one of the main routes to the hospital. Trust me, with two dogs, if they are outside, I know emergency vehicles are approaching long before you can hear the sirens.
        There is also the fact that the dirt road connects in the middle of a straight away. I can sit here and hear the minute they hit the gas and drag to the next curve. I keep listening for the sound of a crash. They do happen, one just a few days ago.
        I’m actually sitting here considering sending a few cards even though they will be so seriously late..extending the day..

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  4. At my new part-time job, they switched the music over on December 1 and even THAT was too much. And I’ve given up on Christmas cards at this point–I never remember to get them out in time so we just hand deliver them when we see people!

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    • Interestingly enough, I think this year I listened to the least amount of Christmas music, ever. It wasn’t intentional, it just turned out that way. I rarely play the radio in my car anymore (I usually listen to compilations of old-school music that Partner compiles, and he would NEVER throw in a yuletide ditty), and I never dragged out the Christmas CDs this time. In fact, I think the only holiday songs I’ve heard have been those I played on blog posts of folks that I follow here on WordPress. I guess that says a lot about where we are as a society, eh?

      Maybe next year. We’ll see. And the prospects for the prompt delivery of Christmas cards is already tenuous because, life…

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