I hate holidays in general, or at least what they've become. The history of the holiday is usually pretty interesting. I'm so old school (Old skool) the original practices usually sound more interesting than the collective assault from advertisers competing for my dollar.
I hate Jesusmas, but I love my kids, so I'm more or less stuck celebrating it. And, watching open their crap is a warm fuzzy (warm fuzzies are allowed if you of the hairy bastard breed--and trust me, I'm allowed MANY warm fuzzies).
However, I have to say it's pretty ironic that Mrs. Bastard has the first name of Noel. French, for xmas. The one person I'm living life with has a namesake of one of the most symbolic events of monetary based evil.
Fucking irony.
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