Bah humbug!!

Even though it is only October a lot of people I know have already started buying for C-------s because their finances dictate that that is the only way they can afford to buy what they need.
We have to make the reservations for our C-------s lunch in August because if we left it any later we would not be able to get a table as all will be reserved by end of September.

That's nice, cornergran.

We will all face a few Christmases at the end of a bad year. It's bound to happen. The older we get the more common bereavements or illnesses happen.

But life goes on. My youngest daughter was home last week and we were actually watching Hallmark Christmas Movies! She's 23 and as mad as a hatter about Christmas.

We have 4 small grandchildren so I've started buying and wrapping up gifts. If I left it to December I'd be unable to cope!

The older I get the more I hate the dark, so I admit to welcoming the lights early in December (no earlier). But the older I get the more I also hate crowded streets and shops and marching around laden with bags, so because I have a large family I spread it out a lot, then usu forget where I’ve put things, or think of something that so-and-so really would like better, get that as well then stress about who to give the first thing too. So apart from the lights pre-Christmas is no fun these days.

I have been admonished for putting doom and gloom on sparkly happy threads about Christmas, so can we keep this for the Humbug Fraternity please?

Many thanks.

For God's sake whats wrong with people?

I took this thread at face value but now I find it's some kind of nasty sniping from Witzend towards littleAnnie.

For what its worth, I have refused all my life to go lemming like over the face stuffing, overspending cliff. Are my AC scared for life? No. We have some nice food and take comfort from the fact that the shortest day has past.

Can't stand all the faux" love" that is supposedly about. The Salvation Army feeding the lonely blah blah......some people ( the SA included ) do it 365 days of the year.

Do we all go back to being selfish morons on the 27th when the Christmas spirit has departed?

I don't like Christmas anymore.
I used to, when my daughter was little, though I never went overboard.
Now though, its all such an effort.

grapefruitpip
I'm a year round selfish moron.

that is extremely impressive indeed Miss A.

Some of us may go back to being selfish morons on the 27th but not all of us grapefruitpip.

It wasn't nasty sniping, Grapefruitpip - merely a lighthearted, OK, rather tongue in cheek thread, for people who would evidently like an outlet for anti-C-word sentiments. I say 'evidently' because it's been evident on pro-C-word threads.

I'm sorry if Annie or anyone else took it as nasty.

But why would you, clearly a fan of that particular time of year, start this up and use the word " disgruntled"

Many people are not disgruntled, they are sad, they suffer from SAD, they do not wish to partake in the festivities.

There is a considerable waiting list for some placements for volunteering at Christmas. There is a well documented spike in suicide post Christmas and Relate report many more people seeking help after Christmas.

Each to their own. I'm not a fan, that doesn't make me disgruntled.

I’ve found my people! I don’t like Christmas one bit - I want to like it, I try to like it, but every year I feel the same about this expensive, over commercialised shop-fest during the miserable days of winter that brings on my SAD. The only bit I do like is the Christmas lights.

I like mince pies.
I'm eating two one as we speak.

Ooh I've had a Mince Pie today! Lattice. Would have been better with cream but the fridge was bare. Of cream.

Thank you for speaking up in my favour grapefruitpip. I'm glad I'm not alone. Well, having lost so many of my family this year, I nearly am.

I'm very sorry to hear that, LittleAnnie.
Christmas is very hard when someone is missing, isn't it?

It feels like salt in a fresh wound.

Littleannie I haven't read the other thread but I thought your final line on your post 14:51:21 was really funny. (Sorry Witzend ( I don't know the ins and outs of it))

It's too early for any of it.

My husband wasn't a fan (so he said ..) but he loved the lights, the food and giving gifts to the kids- Loathed holiday music-I got him a wind spinner, it was a metal disc that had Bah painted on one side and Humbug on the other hand he loved it-

and not hand haha ..

Thanks Witzend. Already having nightmares and it's only October, bring on Jan 6th as no-one will get back to work till then.

Since the children have all grown up, Christmas certainly doesn’t hold much appeal for me. I spend far too much money, my husband keeps threatening to take over Christmas, and each child would have one decent present, and that would be that! I see his point.

I find the whole whose going where thing, a headache, because we don’t care, we have never put anybody under any pressure, we had enough of that with our own parents.

So many things I don’t like, so I try very hard to concentrate on the things I do like.

I love decorating the house (inside only) and I love decorating the trees with my grandchildren.
I love the school nativities, and carol services on the television.
I love some of the Christmas events, like Christmas at Kew.
And I love to please my children and grandchildren.

But I will still be immensely relieved when it’s all over.

One of my daughters is getting divorced and the children will be spending time with the unfaithful idiot. We are opting out and going to India for three weeks over Christmas and New Year. We'll wish them a happy Christmas from the side of the swimming pool.

An anti-Christmas poem for Gransnetters

Twas the night before Christmas
I’d spent all my lolly
I’d looked at the bank account
And felt far from jolly

Tomorrow my Mad Auntie Martha is due
She never stops drinking and using the loo
She must visit at least 40 times in a day
Not helped by the gin she keeps putting away

And Uncle Horatio, my what vexation
Will tell us in detail of his operation
And as for the kids, well I blame the mother
For not having foresight at birth, them to smother

They screech and they yell from morning to night
They chase the poor cat - after having a fight
During which my best vase came a cropper last year
And Tom? He’ll get legless on Dad’s stash of beer

You can bet that the turkey once more will be dry
The Yorkshires will burn and Granny will cry
The gravy is lumpy and sprouts give you gas
And as for the stuffing – I think I shall pass.

There are folks singing carols from
Wick down to Dover
But frankly my dear, I’ll be glad when it's over.



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