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Because christmas is must so darn fantastic and all we've done is turned it into some sort of commercial frenzy. I mean as if stores didn't load up on enough of our money in the first place, now they've got thirty plus days of enraged and appalling customers thundering across the florescent lit mall, trampling everything in their path just to buy, BUY, BUY!!!!

why?

Because that's what Christmas is all about of course! It's about putting up a tree right after the spider webs and zombies exit your house. It's about making that mad dash to the stores when the last pilgrim hat has been boxed and stashed away. It's about the exchange of money for merchandise, and ignoring the bell ringers as you quickly dash into Hobby Lobby. And it's all working up to that one day, those few hours where wrapping paper is torn off and presents quickly devoured by children and adults alike.

Heck, I love presents! Who doesn't? But I don't like unnecessary buying.

It's just this huge expectation that is placed on almost all Christmas Goers. You give some gifts, you get some gifts. Make that lots of gifts, better yet - LOADS of gifts!!!

Bibbity Bobbity Bo

You know, Christmas trees don't die the second December the twenty fifth is over...they keeping living, I promise! And the twelve days of Christmas are really...the twelve days AFTER Christmas. Christmas is jolly, and quite nice if I do say so myself. Why make this holiday of cheer, snow and muffins into a stress factor that has us dashing to Wal-Mart at nine on Christmas Eve to do that "Last minuet shopping" that is advertised at us?

I'm just really psyched that it snowed!

And that I GET to make my Bro an awesome present this afternoon!

plus I get to visit him on Christmas day!!!!

I got to watch Mannheim Steamroller on the screen in the lobby of the GBPAC because it was all sold out!

I get to warm up by a fireplace, I definitely need to appreciate that more!

my cat is the darn cutest thing in my house!

I have a house...that's REALLY nice!

my mom is standing outside in the snow wearing my plumber's coat staring at my cat (making sure he doesn't eat all the birds)

I got a coat from a plumber...

my plumbers coat is warm

at my house, we sing along with the Kings Singer's christmas album at the top of our lungs

my throat hurts, but i'm not sick!

I tied a red ribbon to my wrist, it looks nice

plus there is a big box of cuties sitting next to me!

YUM!

that's my christmas