Holiday madness

I can't believe that I have gone almost a whole year without posting. Not that anyone reads this. I guess this is my own, anonymous if you will, rant. 

I hate the holidays, and I don't mean like the cute little Grinch when his heart grew 3 sizes, I mean hate like the Grinch when he was stealing toys and pissing people off. Only the Grinch didn't piss off those Whoo's, they were happy anyway. Someone broke into their house, stole their toys and tree and they were happy because they knew the true meaning of Christmas.  Bullshit. They were too stupid to realize that some green hairy freak broke in and stole their damn roast beast!

I hate the holidays for the following reasons:
        1. They try to start the holiday season before we even get through Halloween! I don't want to look at tinsel, I hate tinsel, and hear Christmas music in October! One freaking holiday at a time!
         2. Black Friday used to be the day that you went out and bought that toaster you didn't need for $2. I don't care if there are 2 settings, light and burnt, it was 2 freaking bucks! Now Black Friday is waiting in line for 10 hours to get into a store that only had one of that item. And who the frak gets into a fist fight over a TV?  People are DYING! They are getting trampled to DEATH over the possibility of getting a computer for $500 instead of $600. I hate people.
          3. Christmas has nothing to do with the birth of Jesus anymore. I'm not going to start the Sheldon Cooper debate about Jesus being born in the summer or the Christmas being placed around the winter solstice (which is true, but not for this rant).  These days Christmas is about being rude, spending more than you can afford and generally being pissants for 2 1/2 months!
          

Now I know that these are all petty things and you're gonna say, but what about your kids? I don't ruin it for them. I try to make it fun but they know I am a Grinch, Scrooge, whatever. The main reason I don't like the holiday is this, my grandmother, the nice one, died 5 days before Christmas. She was sick, cancer in her neck, and swore she would be dead before Christmas. She was living with my mom and dad, my dad being an only  child and wanting to take care of her. She had outlived 2 husbands and was tired. My mom did everything she could to hide it from her that Christmas was coming. We talked about it quite a bit. She finally said that she needed to decorate, it was a week away. I told her to go ahead. She was putting some stuff out and grandma said "Why are you decorating for Christmas so early?" Mom told her that it was a week away and Grandma said "Oh my gosh, I said I'd be dead by Christmas!" She died the next day.. Christmas without Grandma has never been the same. I think of her always but I miss her the most at Christmas. I cry when I see that she will never know my girls, who she would have loved with all her heart. It's impossible to fill that whole.

Now I've gone all sappy.  Shit.