Vasquez on 16/12/2010 at 21:24
My favorite Christmas movie is Bad Santa :D
Queue :thumb:
pavlovscat on 16/12/2010 at 22:36
Quote Posted by Queue
But having a family and hitting bottom, both financially and health-wise, changed that--and I'm glad it did. We gained a perspective on what truly matters about the holiday season: that we're all still here.
Christmas shouldn't be about materialism. Instead, we make it about the one gift that truly matters the most--love.
Yes, it's great just to be alive for another Christmas. Love to you & yours!
Queue on 17/12/2010 at 00:13
You too, pav darlin'. It's really, really good to see you. :)
fett on 17/12/2010 at 01:08
Wow - pav in the Nuthaus. Happy Holidays indeed. :)
crunchy on 17/12/2010 at 04:28
Bah Humbug to all the Bah Humbuggers.
I have a sister whom I do not get along with and my niece is very spoilt and selfish. Despite that I look forward to going home for Christmas as I only get to see them once or twice a year. You only lose the Christmas spirit and fall into the over-commercialism if you let it happen. Christmas is the time of year to be with family and Eat (a lot), Drink (a lot) and be Merry.
Hope everyone has a wonderful and safe festive season and see you next year.
Oh and BTW anyone who whines about you have to say Happy Holidays instead of Christmas so you don't offend anyone BITE MY SHINY METAL ARSE! How about the fact that I'm offended by being told that I can't call it Christmas?
Tocky on 17/12/2010 at 05:58
But I love getting the kids all that plastic crap which will be broken in a week. If you can figure what it is they really want. "I want that" after every commercial during cartoons doesn't work to weed that out though. "But sweetheart, that's a tape dispenser". "Uh huh, I want that". Hmm. They know how to hook them but a tape dispenser? "Are you sure you don't want a singamajig?" "Uh huh I want that too."
What I used to hate is the thing they have to have that's out of stock everywhere but the net fixed that one. It beats the Sears catalogue but those days were great sitting there drooling over all the toys and picking out the have to have ones. You never knew for certain you would get them and that was just the way it was. Shit was hard to find outside the big city.
One Christmas I had to have one of (
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xlPu6PXw394) these. They ran the commercial during Johnny Quest and Space Ghost and man it looked sweet. "There it is but it's guarded by a giant cobra!" I mean come on, a giant cheesey cobra dude, what more could you want? A secret compartment with plastic jewels? It's got that too? Oh man, it made my already yellow underwear more yellow just thinking about it. You just have to have some things when you are ten years old and that was one of them.
Poor Dad. I learned many years later that he had gotten up before dawn one weekend and driven the 150 mile trip to Memphis where he searched every store in thick shopping traffic till he found one. I would have loved that man if I had only gotten a candy cane but that added the one to the million and one reasons. And I think it's why I search so hard. I failed one year with that damned Teddy Ruxpin and had to settle for mother goose but mostly I get the must haves. Wish we had the net back then.
Sure it's not about the plastic crap and once they hit the teens it loses the luster but I get a kick out of Christmas morning and all the running about yelling over stuff under the tree. I used to. They grew up. So sue me, I'm commercial I guess.
Shayde on 18/12/2010 at 04:51
We're having a rough Christmas this year. My husbands family business is in big trouble and ALL my in laws are involved and equally screwed.
At least I have a really good job so we're keeping our heads above water.
Also the morning sickness has me hurling my guts out about 3 times a day.
But I think the financial restraints have been good for us - instead of blowing wads of cash on gifts I got everyone christmas decorations made by a community development initiative.
Much cheaper and more in the spirit of things.
Tocky on 19/12/2010 at 04:51
My daughter was going to give paintings for Christmas but she has been so swamped for Van Gough and Picasso depictions of colonel Reb (the local college mascott) that she has had to buy me another present which is bittersweet as I do need a tom tom. The stuff she paints breaks my heart with it's brilliance though. I'm not supposed to know though so mums the word.
You ever produce an offspring so wonderful they both swell you with pride and shame you with your own inadaquacy? She does it by instinct oblivious of anything but the work which is the only way I would have it anyway. I'm sure I showed yall the one she did of me and my Dad.
It's not about some material shit. But anyway you look at it I'm the luckiest bastard on the face of the earth. Surely I will be hit by a shit filled meteor at some point.
Kolya on 20/12/2010 at 15:03
Christmas here is mainly Christmas eve, that's when all the eating, drinking and present giving is done, the following two days are still kinda Christmas, but less important. As I'm sure you're aware the whole thing lands squarely on a weekend this year, as does new year. God's a capitalist pig.
As every year, me and my sis celebrate Christmas at our mum's place, mainly because at some point, a good thirty years ago, she decided she didn't need any friends, if she can make them. And we foolishly play along, until we can eventually afford to produce offspring ourselves and hence have the perfect excuse to stay at home and force everyone else to come to us. So it's kinda an elders' privilege.
Anyway, this year my girlfriend (or sexy flatmate, depending on my mood) is going to join us. I do hope it won't be too hard for her to break into this weird trio that is my family. But I adore her just for trying. My ex-girlfriend understandably and successfully avoided the freak-show for a full nine years.
To make up for this, the next day we'll visit her family, who are weird in different ways. Actually we both would like to stay in bed over Christmas, only getting up for eating and drinking. But Christmas is family. And you got to be some tough-as-nails cynical old bastard, if you're entertaining any hopes to ever get down to the bottom of this treacle well, full of confused emotional expectations, where the actual reason for all of this, namely the free giving of love, is rumoured to lie in a golden cocoon. Still, usually at some point past midnight, when I'm utterly pissed, I manage to get there.
