Christmas is like a politician: all promises but a liar in the end. While there might be gatherings and good wishes and fond regards, I can’t say that I am buoyed by any of these facile exchanges, given our on-going state of affairs. As for the songs, lights and trees, we all know where all of these things end up. That just leaves the presents, the bags of things that the wealthy can exchange in excitement and glee. And the extravagances that the not-so-rich can’t afford but have been indoctrinated to believe they must have to find happiness. And then there’s whatever left for all of the rest. And so, yes, you will have to forgive me for being so rude, but: “Fuck Christmas.”
I already told you, Christmas Tree. Weren’t you listening?Fuck you. How could you fall for this all over again? You think that we care because we take you into our homes and dress you up? How stupid could you be? We use you, Christmas Tree.We just pretend to care.And then we throw you out. You’re garbage. So get into your mulcher and let us get on with our lives. Until we want to pretend again. Until then, remember what we said. “Fuck you, Christmas Tree.”
Hey, I don’t know if you’ve been looking…but I think I might have found your Christmas tree.
I mean, I realize that it might not be your actual Christmas tree, but I know you threw that one in the garbage. Anyway, this is where they all seem to go. Maybe you feel bad about that? I don’t know. And even if you can’t nurse the little jasper back to health, you could give it a proper burial.Or are you sticking with the plan of forgetting about your old one and just getting another fresh green thing next Christmas?And then throwing that one out too? Oh, okay. It’s still Fuck you, Christmas Tree.
Christmas Tree, you are such a loser. You come into our homes every year, and you think we care because we decorate you with lights and kneel beneath your boughs. You actually think you’re the centre of everything, the glowing hearth of the holidays. And then we drag you into the street and dump you there. We don’t even notice you anymore. You’re like all the other garbage.You’ll be sawdust by the time we get that warm feeling again. And we’ll go after your saplings. Yeah, that’s right, Christmas tree. Fuck you.