futurefocussed
Gold Member
I bet you've never heard a proclaiming Christian say that they hate Christmas.
Christmas is torture.
I try to be positive about Christmas
That my church is my family
They include me
All of which is true
They love me
But they're not my real family
They're not my dad and the Christmas tree on December 1st
They're not my mum baking cookies in the kitchen (which I only ever dreamed that she would)
They're not us all getting together around the Christmas ham like all the movies show
They're disfunctional
My dad gets too drunk
My dad mouths off at my mum
My mum hides
My dad drinks more and targets me
He thinks he's funny but doesn't see it destroying me from the inside out
I come home and I cry
I tally up how long is 1% of time and I count each %
Celebrating when I reach each milestone in time
I hate Christmas
I don't hate the reason for it, I love the fact that Christ came down as a baby to fulfill the prophesies of ages past
I hate that my family has lost that, lost what Christmas really means.
I hate that my aunt tries to change me
I hate that my mum eats too much
I hate that my brother's don't know how to defend us
Or that they won't
Ignorance is bliss right?
I hate that my grandma isn't there
I hate that my aunt tried to poison my grandma against me on Christmas
I hate that dad tried to guilt me into giving up on myself to care for my gran on Christmas
I hate that I feel so alone because everyone is too busy to listen to me on Christmas
So yes I hate Christmas.
Christmas is torture.
I try to be positive about Christmas
That my church is my family
They include me
All of which is true
They love me
But they're not my real family
They're not my dad and the Christmas tree on December 1st
They're not my mum baking cookies in the kitchen (which I only ever dreamed that she would)
They're not us all getting together around the Christmas ham like all the movies show
They're disfunctional
My dad gets too drunk
My dad mouths off at my mum
My mum hides
My dad drinks more and targets me
He thinks he's funny but doesn't see it destroying me from the inside out
I come home and I cry
I tally up how long is 1% of time and I count each %
Celebrating when I reach each milestone in time
I hate Christmas
I don't hate the reason for it, I love the fact that Christ came down as a baby to fulfill the prophesies of ages past
I hate that my family has lost that, lost what Christmas really means.
I hate that my aunt tries to change me
I hate that my mum eats too much
I hate that my brother's don't know how to defend us
Or that they won't
Ignorance is bliss right?
I hate that my grandma isn't there
I hate that my aunt tried to poison my grandma against me on Christmas
I hate that dad tried to guilt me into giving up on myself to care for my gran on Christmas
I hate that I feel so alone because everyone is too busy to listen to me on Christmas
So yes I hate Christmas.