Humbug is an expression used by the famous character Scrooge in the story A Christmas Carol. In the story, he is a miserly, miserable old man, who gets visited by the ghosts of Christmas past, present and future.
In the end, he sees the error of his ways, and is given the Christmas spirit, but I don’t think that this will happen with me. For me, Christmas is a mandatory social convention in which we have the obligation to give gifts, and for those who can’t afford a very expensive gift, it only brings feelings of inadequacy.
The suicide rate jumps dramatically at Christmas time because people in financial trouble feel a great pressure to buy gifts for their family and friends, when they cannot afford it, and those without family feel bad because everyone else is enjoying the holiday with theirs.
So, I say bah humbug to Christmas. I would like it if I was a kid, and didn’t have to care about the money needed to buy presents, but now that I am an adult, it just seems like an unnecessary hassle.
I think Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory said it best. “You haven’t given me a present, you’ve given me an obligation.” The point of Christmas seems to be to waste money giving gifts to people that they wouldn’t buy for themselves, and probably don’t need, in exchange for the obligation of them doing the same thing in return.
I kind of like getting together with the family, but then my family doesn’t annoy me as much as some people’s family do. It’s usually me, my dad, and my Grandma, and occasionally my uncle, or a cousin as well.
If I didn’t care what my family thought, I would just not show up for Christmas, because it is basically a pointless celebration, which puts unnecessary strain on the wallet, for no good reason.
As for Jesus, I never met him, and I don’t think he ever mentioned Christmas anyway. Bah humbug!