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Published on December 21, 2004 By crimson In Blogging
I haven't even started Christmas shopping, yet. Nothing. Not one damned thing.

I am a great procrastinator, and I'm a very bad Christmas shopper. I always leave it until the last second and then I give myself a near heart attack racing around town trying to purchase everything, all the right things. This year is going to be no different. I don't get paid until the 24th. That's when my Christmas holidays start. It is going to be bloody awful, but I do know exactly what I am getting everyone, which solves a lot of problems. It's just the matter of getting from point A to point B to point... you get the picture.

I'm not all that big on Christmas. If it were up to me, I'd save up a month's worth of paychecks and buy me and my girl a car that actually works, instead of crazy, needless gifts that us adults say we want. For instance, my sister in law wants a particular dish that's in the 50 dollar price range. My twin wants red accessories for her kitchen. Last year she wanted purple. My brother wants more tools. My mom wants DVDs of Seinfeld... as if she doesn't know it all off by heart anyway. The only person that I actually want to buy a gift for, one that I know that she'll love, doesn't want anyone to buy her presents anyway. But the list goes on and on.

I hate Christmas shopping. I like spending time with my family, but I fucking hate the commercialism of the season, the intent to go poor just to keep up with everyone, and the bloody hassle of shopping with everyone in my city under the one roof of our local mall. I hate having to talk to customers at work who call in to say they are unable to make a payment this month, and knowing that in less than a couple of days after their phone call, their service will automatically be disconnected. People are voluntarily (myself included) causing themselves financial difficulty. And for what?

Well, not being a total humbug, I can answer the question too... to see a little girl's look of awe when they got exactly what they dreamed about for Christmas. To be able to spend time with loved ones and share memories and laughter. To enjoy each other and to cherish special moments.

Yeah, I'm for Christmas, I guess. But, shit. Next month, when I try to stave off eviction, it is going to be crappy.

Comments
on Dec 21, 2004
I completely agree with you Nic. The commericalism of Christmas takes some of the fun away as well. The long lines, the cranky shoppers, the festive music starting in Ocotober--it ruins Christmas!

A couple of years back my cousins and I realized that we were simply throwing money away on each other's gifts--we were already doing secret santa so that we were only buying for 1 instead of 10, but there was nothing left that was "needed." So one year we decided all the gifts had to be homemade--it was so much fun that Christmas because people had to get creative. Now, I realize some people would find it far more stressful, but I actually really enjoyed it. I ended up with my cousin Chuck. I had his kids help me paint a big white bowl with their hand prints in christmas colors. I took pictures of the kids doing it, filled the bowl up with christmas cookies, and gave him a collage of his kids painting and a handpainted bowl full of cookies.

As for shopping on the 24th--my parents didn't have a lot of money to spare when we were little so each Christmas they waited to do shopping until Chirstmas Eve when the local toy store marked all the toys down to half price around midnight. It's weird to think of the lenghts that our parents go through to keep the Christmas spirit alive for us!

Happy Christmas--I'll be thinking of your mad shopping spree on the 24--hope you find everything you need, quickly!