So it's pretty much christmas...
And so here we are, it's the day before christmas, and it's raining and gross outside...
I pretty much hate christmas.
It's not that I hate the happiness or anything grinchy like that, but I hate the way that the world has convoluted the real message of christmas, and replaced it with a guy who only comes out at night, dressed in a red suit, whose name can easily be turned into Satan...
You know of whom I speak, the jolly fat man.. I'm sure he would be pretty jolly, because he's single handedly taken the focus away from the real importance of Christ-mas, and made it into some farcical present swapping anniversary. Now don't get me wrong, I love presents, but the real gift of Christmas was that of Jesus himself, who would one day save all those who would call on him to do so... And as much as Santa would try to suck us all in with his shiny toys and dodgy chinese craftsmanship, it just can't compare to the eternal glory awaiting us in heaven.
So I say again, I hate christmas,.. Not the Christ-mas that was, but the Xmas that it's become.
Yoobie Yoob Yoober, Kerflung Kerflung Kerflung.
Spinach.