We wish you a Merry!... wait, what?

To elaborate on my last post, what the hell is so merry about Christmas? It's a holiday based on deception.

1. The Christmas tree is a Pagan thing. I gather that Christians let Pagans/Druids keep their tree worshiping as a comprimise for joining Christianity. (I'm no religious expert) ( oh and so are Easter eggs).
   
2. Parents make up some jolly fat guy with flying reindeer so you'll be good all year, except most parents don't really enforce the "Be good, Santa's watching" thing until late November, so you can be bad all year round until after Thanksgiving when your parents remember they have that in their arsenal of threats.
3. Parents also make a big deal out of Christmas when you're young. It seems like the most magical holiday of all magical holidays. Until your parents decide you're getting a little too old to be happy about Christmas, tell you there's no Santa, and from that moment on they start training you to be as miserable as they are on this joyous occasion (subconsciously, of course).
4. The typical Hallmark reason. People like to buy stuff. People that sell stuff like their stuff to be bought. The people that sell stuff make a big deal out of Christmas as well and basically make you think that if you don't buy people stuff for Christmas they won't love you anymore. And every store has their sales on the same damn day, and every procrastinator goes to those stores on the same damn day looking for the same damn things that have been burned into their minds as the 'it' gifts and the must haves. Because let's face it, every kid that didn't get a Tickle me Elmo that one year knew, just knew, that their parents hated them and wanted them to die an Elmoless death.
   
5. No one really knows for sure if Christ was even born on the 25th and I just heard they actually think he was 'born' in August. Wait, does anyone even still care that it's supposed to be Christ's birthday? I mean, I know when I was little and I asked why we celebrate it that's what my parents told me, but we never sang Happy Birthday to Jesus or anything. We just exchanged gifts and ate food and never mentioned Christ or Jesus or God at all, really. So what is supposed to be a remembrance of a great happening has turned into just another gimme, gimme, gimme thing.
   

Now, I'm not trying to be bitter or a Debbie Downer, but... I'm just sayin.