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But Noddy's done well out of it!
Which we are reminded of every year.
But Noddy's done well out of it!
I don't actually hate it but I am aged 77 and never celebrated it in my life** (my parents stopped when I was 10** when they got religion).
Now, my daughter and family have moved in to my house. They are really into Christmas so I am obliged to be part of it. They have 3 adult children so I have put cash in envelopes for each of them.
I would honestly read a book, watch a couple od DVDs (TV is truly sh*te) but I can't be that ignorant.
Fortunately I can honestly say, I love my family and the grand children are good company so that is a saving grace.
I prefer Christmas on my own, nice Curry and music on the HiFi plus plenty of drink and the Cat curled up either on or next to me.
Yes, an observation I've made many times. It's such a strong word and one which people regularly misuse. My FIL's village was forcibly moved hundreds of miles across Ukraine by Russia, he was taken by Germany as forced labour at 14, and was unable to safely return home after the war.I do not hate anything. You have a sad life if anything about Christmas makes you hate.
There are 2 things that it would it be nice if they were banned.
Any sign of Christmas before mid November. The shops in Denmark had Christmas and halloween advertised alongside each other.
Fireworks of any discription. Not part of Christmas. But it seems to have snuck in.
You have a sad life if anything about Christmas makes you hate.
Presents.
Christmas pudding.
Christmas ads beginning in August.
TV specials.
Brandy.
James Bond.
Christmas lights (what climate crisis?)
Last minute panic buying.
Drink drivers.
Everyone being off work and cluttering the place up instead of going to work and leaving the world for us retirees to enjoy.
Those effing annoying holidays are coming coca cola ads.
Right-on sorts who seem offended by Christmas and say happy holiday instead.
Christmas trees.
Cranberry sauce.
Turkey.
Those last minute presents that were purchased in a panic at the only open petrol station Aunt Agatha could find.
Slade.
Cliff bloody Richard.
Wham!
You need to do what we do Christmas Day. A nice walk in the countryside, stopping at a traditional pub (no music) for a pint on the way round. Then home for a non Christmas meal.