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Yeah, yeah, yeah. Blame me. I like Christmas. I just don't like the over-the-top nature of it.
To me, it's the ultimate holiday for those afflicted with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. As in, "Let's gin up even more busywork!"
I mean, when two busy professionals with three kids are up at 1 a.m. on a weeknight stuffing Christmas cards into envelopes because the missus is getting stressed that they might not get out on time, that should tell you everything you need to know.
I wasn't "blaming" you, I was complimenting your lovely wife
In a rare dustup, MrsCPG mentioned how it bothers her that I'm not in the Christmas spirit the way she is. To that, my reply is that I just don't believe in over-the-top holiday celebrating. I'm not a Scrooge. I'm not a Grinch. I just like celebrating Christmas for a handful of days, not an entire month.
So which is it? A festive few days in late December or a holiday tailor-made for those with OCD and lots of time on their hands? And how do those of you who live in similar mixed marriages reconcile your views?
At least you like Christmas. My ex was a total scrouge to the point that he suck all the joy out of the holiday. Not being involved with ANY form of decorating, card writing, holiday baking or listening to Christmas music was ok, but the constant whining and complaining about Christmas, buying gifts, looking at lights, having a tree up, hearing Christmas music, being with family and expressing how much of a burden Christmas was for him and how much he hated it became unbearable.
I dont go over the top, but I like to enjoy the season or at least make the best of it. Maybe you should have a discussion with your wife and just limit your envolvement and quietly sit back and let her knock herself out.
I am greatful for women. I shutter to think what the holidays would be like without them. Some of my best memories are how my mother made Christmas magical for me growing up with her decorating, and baking and singing and merry making. Good times.
I am greatful for women. I shutter to think what the holidays would be like without them. Some of my best memories are how my mother made Christmas magical for me growing up with her decorating, and baking and singing and merry making. Good times.
It does make you wonder if all women suddenly decided "no more" to the holidays, would there be any gifts, cards, baked goods, parties, etc. I guess guys do consider the outdoor lighting a competitive sport, but they don't seem to be very hands-on with the rest of it.
We managed a tree and a stocking for our Christmas guests and the dog this year and I am pleased with ourselves!!
DH grumbled when we got the tree and called me a hoarder when I brought out my ONE box of Christmas stuff, but every day when gets home from work he's the one who turns on the tree lights & keeps saying how well it came out this year.
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At least you like Christmas. My ex was a total scrouge to the point that he suck all the joy out of the holiday. Not being involved with ANY form of decorating, card writing, holiday baking or listening to Christmas music was ok, but the constant whining and complaining about Christmas, buying gifts, looking at lights, having a tree up, hearing Christmas music, being with family and expressing how much of a burden Christmas was for him and how much he hated it became unbearable.
I dont go over the top, but I like to enjoy the season or at least make the best of it. Maybe you should have a discussion with your wife and just limit your envolvement and quietly sit back and let her knock herself out.
I am greatful for women. I shutter to think what the holidays would be like without them. Some of my best memories are how my mother made Christmas magical for me growing up with her decorating, and baking and singing and merry making. Good times.
I hate Christmas but I'm not going to about it all the time. Anything you would do for Christmas is done by yourself. Leave me out of it.
It does make you wonder if all women suddenly decided "no more" to the holidays, would there be any gifts, cards, baked goods, parties, etc.
Oh, you women think the world would stop spinning on its axis if you weren't running the show. The truth is that women just like a bunch of time-consuming busywork when it comes to Christmas, while we men are much more efficient about matters. Here's how it would go down if we men did Christmas:
PARTIES
About December 21st, a couple of guys in the neighborhood would say, "Hey, let's set up the smoker and grill out." They'd call another guy who would volunteer to pick up a couple of kegs, while someone else drives down to Home Depot to get some power tools.
While the smoker is going, the speakers would be set up in the open garage, blasting Christmas tunes out into the neighborhood. None of that choral crap mind you. The classics such as "Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer." Or the Boss' version of "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town." As people in the neighborhood drove past, the guys would wave and yell out things like, "Hey, Al! Why don't you grab the wife and kids and come by." To which Al would reply, "Hey, that sounds great! We'll go to the store and pick up some ribeyes! Or even salmon. How do you guys feel about salmon?" Phone calls to assorted friends and relatives would be greeted with, "Well, sure. That sounds great! What can we bring?"
Word would spread, and everybody would bring something. Lots of beer, wine, and laughs, punctuated by visits from police officers at 1 a.m. to tone things down a notch. Spontaneous, yet the general effect would be about the same as a party meticulously planned by women over the previous three months. Except you wouldn't have devoted untold hours to cleaning the house or agonizing over the wording of a cute little invitation. I mean how many different ways can you reword "Ho. Ho. Ho." anyway?
DECORATIONS
You may not realize this, but we men like the lights. Christmas lights are about the only time a man can use the word "pretty" in conversation and not be accused of secretly listening to Barbra Streisand. Christmas lights mean that we can use a staple gun with impunity on the house. So those would probably be out really early. But we figure one strand of lights will do it. And if we have some left over, we might string them around our motorcycles or bass boats for that extra festive touch.
CHRISTMAS CARDS
Rather than overtax the socialist U.S. Postal service, guys would just attach this really funny and vaguely obscene video they saw on YouTube to either a mass e-mail or to a Facebook post. And then they'd write, "Hey, Merry Christmas, everybody!"
So, that would have pretty much the same effect, without spending hundreds of dollars on cards and stamps. Of course, Hallmark would be out of business posthaste.
PRESENTS
On about the 22nd of December, guys would roll out of bed after the aforementioned block party, shake off the hangover, and say, "Oh, right. I need to buy presents." Then they would drive to the mall and the WalMart and spend roughly two hours pointing at shiny objects and swiping their credit card. Then the guys would line up at the gift wrap desk and pay some nice teenager to make it look nice. Now, admittedly, some of the gifts would be a little odd. Soap on a rope, perfume gift sets, and Glocks might appear under the tree more often than on a normal Christmas, but somehow the presents would be there nonetheless.
COOKING
Okay. Men like to cook. The problem with your post is that you think we don't like to cook, when we really just like to cook other things. That broccoli casserole that you think everybody adores on Christmas Eve like it's some big deal tradition? We hate that. Whenever you leave the table to get something from the kitchen, we sneak it to the dog. What we want is barbecue. Yeah. Now that's some Yuletide eats there.
THE SANTA THING.
Really? Elves? What kid with an IQ above that of a rhesus monkey really believes that by age seven, anyway? So we guys would take care of matters posthaste. On Christmas Eve, we would walk into the den with a hangdog expression and say, "Son. I'm so sorry to tell you this. But reports out of Japan say that some North Korean fighter pilot got lucky. No presents tomorrow. But that's life, and you're tough like that, aren't you son?" Then we give him a manly pat on the shoulder and scoot him off to bed. The next morning, he would wake up and see a glittering mound of gifts beneath the tree. So even if Santa has been blown to kingdom come by an air-to-air missile, the presents are still going to be there on Christmas morning. That way, the kid has learned how the world works in relatively painless fashion
There you have it. Same final results with much less hassle. So go ahead and boycott Christmas. It'll still be on. It just might not happen in the way you like.
Oh, you women think the world would stop spinning on its axis if you weren't running the show. The truth is that women just like a bunch of time-consuming busywork when it comes to Christmas, while we men are much more efficient about matters. Here's how it would go down if we men did Christmas:
PARTIES
About December 21st, a couple of guys in the neighborhood would say, "Hey, let's set up the smoker and grill out." They'd call another guy who would volunteer to pick up a couple of kegs, while someone else drives down to Home Depot to get some power tools.
While the smoker is going, the speakers would be set up in the open garage, blasting Christmas tunes out into the neighborhood. None of that choral crap mind you. The classics such as "Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer." Or the Boss' version of "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town." As people in the neighborhood drove past, the guys would wave and yell out things like, "Hey, Al! Why don't you grab the wife and kids and come by." To which Al would reply, "Hey, that sounds great! We'll go to the store and pick up some ribeyes! Or even salmon. How do you guys feel about salmon?" Phone calls to assorted friends and relatives would be greeted with, "Well, sure. That sounds great! What can we bring?"
Word would spread, and everybody would bring something. Lots of beer, wine, and laughs, punctuated by visits from police officers at 1 a.m. to tone things down a notch. Spontaneous, yet the general effect would be about the same as a party meticulously planned by women over the previous three months. Except you wouldn't have devoted untold hours to cleaning the house or agonizing over the wording of a cute little invitation. I mean how many different ways can you reword "Ho. Ho. Ho." anyway?
DECORATIONS
You may not realize this, but we men like the lights. Christmas lights are about the only time a man can use the word "pretty" in conversation and not be accused of secretly listening to Barbra Streisand. Christmas lights mean that we can use a staple gun with impunity on the house. So those would probably be out really early. But we figure one strand of lights will do it. And if we have some left over, we might string them around our motorcycles or bass boats for that extra festive touch.
CHRISTMAS CARDS
Rather than overtax the socialist U.S. Postal service, guys would just attach this really funny and vaguely obscene video they saw on YouTube to either a mass e-mail or to a Facebook post. And then they'd write, "Hey, Merry Christmas, everybody!"
So, that would have pretty much the same effect, without spending hundreds of dollars on cards and stamps. Of course, Hallmark would be out of business posthaste.
PRESENTS
On about the 22nd of December, guys would roll out of bed after the aforementioned block party, shake off the hangover, and say, "Oh, right. I need to buy presents." Then they would drive to the mall and the WalMart and spend roughly two hours pointing at shiny objects and swiping their credit card. Then the guys would line up at the gift wrap desk and pay some nice teenager to make it look nice. Now, admittedly, some of the gifts would be a little odd. Soap on a rope, perfume gift sets, and Glocks might appear under the tree more often than on a normal Christmas, but somehow the presents would be there nonetheless.
COOKING
Okay. Men like to cook. The problem with your post is that you think we don't like to cook, when we really just like to cook other things. That broccoli casserole that you think everybody adores on Christmas Eve like it's some big deal tradition? We hate that. Whenever you leave the table to get something from the kitchen, we sneak it to the dog. What we want is barbecue. Yeah. Now that's some Yuletide eats there.
THE SANTA THING.
Really? Elves? What kid with an IQ above that of a rhesus monkey really believes that by age seven, anyway? So we guys would take care of matters posthaste. On Christmas Eve, we would walk into the den with a hangdog expression and say, "Son. I'm so sorry to tell you this. But reports out of Japan say that some North Korean fighter pilot got lucky. No presents tomorrow. But that's life, and you're tough like that, aren't you son?" Then we give him a manly pat on the shoulder and scoot him off to bed. The next morning, he would wake up and see a glittering mound of gifts beneath the tree. So even if Santa has been blown to kingdom come by an air-to-air missile, the presents are still going to be there on Christmas morning. That way, the kid has learned how the world works in relatively painless fashion
There you have it. Same final results with much less hassle. So go ahead and boycott Christmas. It'll still be on. It just might not happen in the way you like.
For the love of ALL thats holy, NO MORE CHRISTMAS MUSIC unless its the highly irreverant kind! If I hear one more Christmas carol I'll scream...
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Originally Posted by cpg35223
Oh, you women think the world would stop spinning on its axis if you weren't running the show. The truth is that women just like a bunch of time-consuming busywork when it comes to Christmas, while we men are much more efficient about matters. Here's how it would go down if we men did Christmas:
PARTIES
About December 21st, a couple of guys in the neighborhood would say, "Hey, let's set up the smoker and grill out." They'd call another guy who would volunteer to pick up a couple of kegs, while someone else drives down to Home Depot to get some power tools.
While the smoker is going, the speakers would be set up in the open garage, blasting Christmas tunes out into the neighborhood. None of that choral crap mind you. The classics such as "Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer." Or the Boss' version of "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town." As people in the neighborhood drove past, the guys would wave and yell out things like, "Hey, Al! Why don't you grab the wife and kids and come by." To which Al would reply, "Hey, that sounds great! We'll go to the store and pick up some ribeyes! Or even salmon. How do you guys feel about salmon?" Phone calls to assorted friends and relatives would be greeted with, "Well, sure. That sounds great! What can we bring?"
Word would spread, and everybody would bring something. Lots of beer, wine, and laughs, punctuated by visits from police officers at 1 a.m. to tone things down a notch. Spontaneous, yet the general effect would be about the same as a party meticulously planned by women over the previous three months. Except you wouldn't have devoted untold hours to cleaning the house or agonizing over the wording of a cute little invitation. I mean how many different ways can you reword "Ho. Ho. Ho." anyway?
DECORATIONS
You may not realize this, but we men like the lights. Christmas lights are about the only time a man can use the word "pretty" in conversation and not be accused of secretly listening to Barbra Streisand. Christmas lights mean that we can use a staple gun with impunity on the house. So those would probably be out really early. But we figure one strand of lights will do it. And if we have some left over, we might string them around our motorcycles or bass boats for that extra festive touch.
CHRISTMAS CARDS
Rather than overtax the socialist U.S. Postal service, guys would just attach this really funny and vaguely obscene video they saw on YouTube to either a mass e-mail or to a Facebook post. And then they'd write, "Hey, Merry Christmas, everybody!"
So, that would have pretty much the same effect, without spending hundreds of dollars on cards and stamps. Of course, Hallmark would be out of business posthaste.
PRESENTS
On about the 22nd of December, guys would roll out of bed after the aforementioned block party, shake off the hangover, and say, "Oh, right. I need to buy presents." Then they would drive to the mall and the WalMart and spend roughly two hours pointing at shiny objects and swiping their credit card. Then the guys would line up at the gift wrap desk and pay some nice teenager to make it look nice. Now, admittedly, some of the gifts would be a little odd. Soap on a rope, perfume gift sets, and Glocks might appear under the tree more often than on a normal Christmas, but somehow the presents would be there nonetheless.
COOKING
Okay. Men like to cook. The problem with your post is that you think we don't like to cook, when we really just like to cook other things. That broccoli casserole that you think everybody adores on Christmas Eve like it's some big deal tradition? We hate that. Whenever you leave the table to get something from the kitchen, we sneak it to the dog. What we want is barbecue. Yeah. Now that's some Yuletide eats there.
THE SANTA THING.
Really? Elves? What kid with an IQ above that of a rhesus monkey really believes that by age seven, anyway? So we guys would take care of matters posthaste. On Christmas Eve, we would walk into the den with a hangdog expression and say, "Son. I'm so sorry to tell you this. But reports out of Japan say that some North Korean fighter pilot got lucky. No presents tomorrow. But that's life, and you're tough like that, aren't you son?" Then we give him a manly pat on the shoulder and scoot him off to bed. The next morning, he would wake up and see a glittering mound of gifts beneath the tree. So even if Santa has been blown to kingdom come by an air-to-air missile, the presents are still going to be there on Christmas morning. That way, the kid has learned how the world works in relatively painless fashion
There you have it. Same final results with much less hassle. So go ahead and boycott Christmas. It'll still be on. It just might not happen in the way you like.
*Hops in your lap*
Marry me too? Your Christmas sounds FABULOUS.
For the love of ALL thats holy, NO MORE CHRISTMAS MUSIC unless its the highly irreverant kind! If I hear one more Christmas carol I'll scream...
*Hops in your lap*
Marry me too? Your Christmas sounds FABULOUS.
I'm flattered. Sadly, I'm taken. MrsCPG would need explanations.
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