Now I am living in the UK again I have realised how much I hate Christmas.
All I have heard is the radio playing christmas songs, the television christmas adverts and repeats of old programmes for the last month. It was not that bad when I lived in Hua Hin.
The commercialisation is ridiculous, the entire meaning of christmas has been lost in a world of I want.
I am an athiest so the religion being pushed is annoying,
On top of all that I have been bombarded with lies from a load of fools who want to govern the country.
What is happening to the world are we being ruled by adverts and a load of politicians who are in it for what they can get out of it.
I know this is the disjointed ramblings of an old man but I feel like I am
Woke up this morning breathing that's a good start to the day.
Though December 25 is the day Christians celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, the date itself and several of the customs we've come to associate with Christmas actually evolved from pagan traditions celebrating the winter solstice.
I'm back in Luxembourg working over Christmas at the airport and will just ignore the whole thing. It will be the first time I've missed spending the holiday in Thailand in over 16 years but my Brexit avoidance plan meant taking a permanent job here whereas before I was freelance, so I'm a bit less flexible on vacation now.
The freight airline I work for operates 365 days a year, 24 hours a day and doesn't stop for anything.
Tesco has a an amplifier, in the market, near the vegetables that blares out inane Xmas songs, Whenever I'm in there, I turn it down.
In the men's room I could hear, what sounded like Alvin & The Chipmunks (Chipmonks) singing religious Xmas carols, they blended harmoniously with the sound of the toilets flushing.
handdrummer wrote: ↑Sat Dec 21, 2019 10:20 pm
In the men's room I could hear, what sounded like Alvin & The Chipmunks (Chipmonks) singing religious Xmas carols, they blended harmoniously with the sound of the toilets flushing.
Yes, I heard that in MV last week, it sounds like an infant school choir singing Christmas songs and it's about as enjoyable as a dentist drill.
lindosfan1 wrote: ↑Fri Dec 20, 2019 8:52 am
Now I am living in the UK again I have realised how much I hate Christmas.
All I have heard is the radio playing christmas songs, the television christmas adverts and repeats of old programmes for the last month. It was not that bad when I lived in Hua Hin.
The commercialisation is ridiculous, the entire meaning of christmas has been lost in a world of I want.
I am an athiest so the religion being pushed is annoying,
On top of all that I have been bombarded with lies from a load of fools who want to govern the country.
What is happening to the world are we being ruled by adverts and a load of politicians who are in it for what they can get out of it.
That just about sums it up!
Many people in the UK feel the same way and are fed up with it all, so you are not on your own Lindosfan1.
I'm a confirmed life-long atheist, but I love Christmas. I hang lights at my house and my condo and play nothing but Christmas music from Thanksgiving until New Year's Day. I use postal mail to send out Christmas cards. I bake Christmas cookies. My wife and I have special Christmas mugs from which we drink our morning coffee throughout the season. I guess none of you would enjoy a visit to my home.
Twas the night before Christmas; there wasn't a sound.
Not a possum was stirring; no-one was around.
We'd left on the table some tucker and beer,
Hoping that Santa Claus soon would be here;
We children were snuggled up safe in our beds,
While dreams of pavlova danced 'round in our heads;
And Mum in her nightie, and Dad in his shorts,
Had just settled down to watch TV sports.
When outside the house a mad ruckus arose;
Loud squeaking and banging woke us from our doze.
We ran to the screen door, peeked cautiously out,
snuck onto the deck, then let out a shout.
Guess what had woken us up from our snooze,
But a rusty old Ute pulled by eight mighty 'roos.
The cheerful man driving was giggling with glee,
And we both knew at once who this plump bloke must be.
Now, I'm telling the truth it's all dinki-di,
Those eight kangaroos fairly soared through the sky.
Santa leaned out the window to pull at the reins,
And encouraged the 'roos, by calling their names.
'Now, Kylie! Now, Kirsty! Now, Shazza and Shane!
On Kipper! On, Skipper! On, Bazza and Wayne!
Park up on that water tank. Grab a quick drink,
I'll scoot down the gum tree. Be back in a wink!'
So up to the tank those eight kangaroos flew,
With the Ute full of toys, and Santa Claus too.
He slid down the gum tree and jumped to the ground,
Then in through the window he sprang with a bound.
He had bright sunburned cheeks and a milky white beard.
A jolly old joker was how he appeared.
He wore red stubby shorts and old thongs on his feet,
And a hat of deep crimson as shade from the heat.
His eyes - bright as opals - Oh! How they twinkled!
And, like a goanna, his skin was quite wrinkled!
His shirt was stretched over a round bulging belly
Which shook when he moved, like a plate full of jelly.
A fat stack of prezzies he flung from his back,
And he looked like a swaggie unfastening his pack.
He spoke not a word, but bent down on one knee,
To position our goodies beneath the yule tree.
Surfboard and footy-ball shapes for us two.
And for Dad, tongs to use on the new barbeque.
A mysterious package he left for our Mum,
Then he turned and he winked and he held up his thumb;
He strolled out on deck and his 'roos came on cue;
Flung his sack in the back and prepared to shoot through.
He bellowed out loud as they swooped past the gates-
MERRY CHRISTMAS to all, and goodonya, MATES!'
Author UNKNOWN
May you be in heaven half an hour before the devil know`s you`re dead!
handdrummer wrote: ↑Sat Dec 21, 2019 10:20 pm
In the men's room I could hear, what sounded like Alvin & The Chipmunks (Chipmonks) singing religious Xmas carols, they blended harmoniously with the sound of the toilets flushing.
Yes, I heard that in MV last week, it sounds like an infant school choir singing Christmas songs and it's about as enjoyable as a dentist drill.
At least, with the dentist's drill, you get Novocaine.
HHTel wrote: ↑Mon Dec 23, 2019 11:10 am
Well, we're eating at home this year and a vote was put to the family for their choice of Xmas lunch.
It was unanimous. They all want chilli-con-carne! Different, but I'm okay with that. I make a mean chilli.
So another turkey is allowed to live!!!
Can't remember the last time we had turkey at Christmas.....
When living in China, we spent several Christmases over in Hua Hin enjoying a very "untypical" Christmas feast! Never a sit down meal as such, but more of a buffet type affair with Chinese, UK, Thai and a multitude of other dishes at hand. Always a great day with family, our neighbours in HH and friends - it's what Christmas is all about IMHO
Heading back home to the UK - sat at Frankfurt airport en route from Jordan...... and enjoying a quick (and very early) beer - well, I was on night shift!
Anywho, this year will be at my dear Mam's and a proper sit down with a Beef Sirloin Roast!!
Will be missing the Sang Som though.........
AND HOW ABOUT THAT CHILLI RECIPE HHtel?!!
A very happy Christmas and prosperous and healthy New Year to all - even those "Bah Humbuggers" amongst you!!
"Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things" - Yma o Hyd.
As it has been and gone for another year, food for thought:
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. The religious case for Christmas is well known. But there’s a scientific one too
Our urge to mark midwinter and celebrate the days growing longer precedes Christianity by thousands of years
In the late third century AD, the Roman emperor Aurelian established an official religion, based on a popular sun cult, to help bond the empire together. Priests of Sol were elevated to membership of the senatorial elite – rather like bishops gaining automatic seats in the House of Lords today. In the fourth century, the emperor Constantine was still stamping the solar deity on his coins, as well as declaring dies Solis, Sunday, an official day of rest. But the sun–god just didn’t seem to have the power to prevent the Roman empire from falling apart.
May you be in heaven half an hour before the devil know`s you`re dead!
