Santa Fucking Clause

Santa Fucking Clause

Christmas Blues and How to Beat Them


Let’s be real. Christmas is more stress than it is joy. I still love it, and what the holiday season brings with it, but I also dread it. I dread it like the dentist. Something I know must happen, but I’d rather not be awake when it does. I love to bundle up, the cosy sweaters and hats and coats and boots and scarves and gloves. I love seeing little kids all layered up in snow suits and goggles almost unable to stand. Give them a cup of steaming hot chocolate and they can hardly get it into their mouths. And what about the adults? So gorgeous in the furs and down and gore-tex waterproof gear. 


We go outside, bundled up, and we look at the lights. The lights are what gets me through the whole thing, I think. Without the lights, I believe I would boycott Christmas just in general, on principle. For now, I will delight myself with ridiculous things like rainbow lights, Dinosaurs opening presents, and cats wearing Santa Hats. 


The stress is too much for a lot of us, and I hear the ache in so many voices when speaking with others about the holiday. It pains us, we complain and moan, how much money this holiday season will cost, and what if you don’t have the money for anything? Like anything extra at all? Capitalism, patriarchy, Santa Fucking Clause and the Jesus Christ Gang have done some serious playing around with our heartstrings here. Christmas seems to bring attention to our struggles, just exactly how much we don't have. Isn't that the opposite of what it's supposed to be?


Putting up lights today, I realised, it’s the lights. That’s all I love about Christmas. Life is too dark these days, and I am thankful for the light. Go out and look at the lights, they're pretty. Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Seasons Greetings, Bah Humbug. 


PS: Be sure to use low power LED Lights and be careful with electricity! Don’t end up like the Griswold’s cat. 


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