2. My Christmas nightmare is a constant thing. The fear of Christmas is something that haunts me all year long. I could be lying on a sunny beach, cocktail in hand (I wish...), and then the spectre of Christmas will appear in my mind, scaring the living daylights out of me. I can't explain why I hate Christmas so much. Is it having worked in shops over the Christmas period in my teens and early twenties? Is it the inevitable stresses and family pressures? Is it the fact that it overshadows my birthday? God only knows. But for something that involves presents, Christmas is impressively miserable. F1 Kate
3. Christmas itself is a fairly crappy holiday. There's far too much pressure to spend too much money on presents, you have to spend days in the company of family members and in-laws, and inevitably this leads to fights, the TV is filled with inane, sexist, moronic adverts and the radio is filled with hideous jingles that don't leave your brain for days. Oh and there's that whole 'religious festival hijacked by commercialism' if you are religious. And it starts earlier every year! That said - I love it. For one brief month of the year it becomes acceptable to leave work at 4pm to bugger off down the pub. You can crack open a beer at 10am, follow it up with half a bottle of sherry, and nobody blinks an eye. Every meal consists of a dozen dead animals and enough stodge to clog a whale's arteries! There's a new episode of Doctor Who on the TV, a lot of decent comedy on, and most computer games chuck a few new levels or limited content at you for free!
If only I didn't have to waste so much of it hanging out with loved ones... Gareth
4. I saw my first Christmas tree (in a non-retail capacity) last week, it was neon and blue! The only time I have ever felt fed up of Christmas before it's even started is when I was alone in my chilly Glaswegian halls on Christmas Eve Eve. My dad hadn't come to pick me up and EVERYONE else I lived with had gone home. Halloween was, unseasonably, on the TV so I tore down all the Christmas decorations that I'd had up since the last day of November and watched the film. Christmas burn out! Squeamish Nicola
5. I have a love/hate relationship with Christmas. I think it's kind of fashionable to seem all jaded about Christmas (that makes me sound so old, you sceptical kids get off my Christmas lawn!) and on occasion I have slightly dreaded it. But what makes me depressed about Christmas is the Christmas adverts. Not the mildly threatening Holidays are coming, holidays are coming... one everyone likes to look out for. This new style of ad with the Frazzled Mum. Frazzled Mum slaving over a hot stove, Frazzled Mum buying and wrapping all the presents, Frazzled Mum making 4 types of potatoes, none of which HA HA are the kind her ungrateful family likes. Joke's on you Frazzled Mum, there's no satisfaction in feeding an ungrateful rabble of kids. Who are these nasty families that don't offer any kind of help beyond folding down pages of the Argos catalogue so Mum knows that they want? The thought of male ad execs slapping each other on the back because they've really tapped into Mum's Christmas experience infuriates me. If my family acted anything like these apparently accurate portrayals of the modern family we'd all get Pot Noodle and an Oxfam Goat for Christmas. And be GRATEFUL FOR IT. Squeamish Kate