What’s the worst part about Christmas?

[Kibble29]

So we’ve heard all the wholesome things like the look on your kids face, the time off work, After Eights by the kilo…but what are the bad parts about Christmas?

For me, it’s Shloer. Ban it immediately.

Also, people who sellotape the paper to the gift itself so that when you unwrap, it pulls a part of the packaging away too.

And people using the term “Chrimbo”.

What is your lighthearted worst bit of the holiday season?

Schools. The cram so much Christmas shite into six weeks onto kids who are probably ill with some new plague variant doing the rounds. The kids are absolutely battered with exhaustion! And wired! It’s a terrible combination that leads to overwhelmed kids

Being ambushed by the 'It's Chriiiistmaaaas!!' climax of 'Merry Xmas Everybody', as sung by Noddy Holder of Slade, whilst innocently minding my own business.

I am instantly transported back to the horrors of 1970s Britain, even though I never lived it myself.

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The Christmas TV schedules being all messed up because Grimace And Vomit is on; the TV shows are replaced with "Christmas specials" which bears no resemblance to the rest of the year's episodes; and some of my favourite shows are dropped.

Gift giving gone crazy. The cost! The time spent trawling the shops/internet. I long to go back to a time when people swapped simple gifts such as a nice book or an embroidered hankie. 🤧

It was a hard time of year growing up for me, so I find it hard to enjoy. The pressure to perform and be happy is hard. Also, bloody Christmas music!

100%

Totally agree

I wanna love Christmas but it's a lot me and partner are exhausted from work someone is always ill over Christmas. No matter how organised you are you end up spending a lot of time in the kitchen. The house always feels like an oven because of the amount of people. It's always so loud and The pressure to be happy and full of energy for everyone else. If I had my way Christmas would involve sleeping eating and watching tv but instead it's early start late night lots of cooking and prepping and entertaining and no tv

Me too. I want to cry. Solidarity.

The slump between Christmas and NY. I always work it. I find it flat. I quite like NYE itself though, in a local pub with DP.

My brain is infested with Christmas earworms, courtesy of Slade, Wizzard, Elton John, Mariah and of course, Wham! So far I've managed to avoid Shaky's Merry Christmas Everyone, a pile of sugary slop so dire my pancreas pleads for mercy whenever I hear it. Bar staying at home with the radio off, there's no way to avoid this aural assault. I had a day in York on Thursday and the earworms are still chomping away. . .

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The gulf between my festive expectations (opportunities for socialising, seeing friends and family, etc) and the reality, which is that nobody seems much bothered to reply to my messages or go out anywhere and they have better things to do. Every year I know this will happen and yet I still feel disappointed, especially when I see family on Xmas Day and get all the usual "We should meet more often" spiel from people who barely acknowledge my existence during the year.

Getting worried I'm going to forget stuff. I find planning stressful. Stressing about buying presents, buying the food.

And I loathe wrapping presents. It always takes so long.

But the worst thing is not feeling Christmassy anymore 😞 I miss being young when I loved that feeling.

The waste of the poor planet's resources on useless, tacky, plastic tat. And plush toys and other crap. It's so demoralizing.

I also dislike it if people feel the need to spend money that they are worried about affording.

Sounds like you've tried that at least once... probably just once... 🙀

It’s the loneliness for me.

My DH regressing to 70s Christmas Boy, i.e. sitting on his arse eating chocs and playing Lego, which throws me into the role of 70s Christmas Mum, producing a conveyor belt of food and generally Making Everything Happen... usually leading to a 70s Christmas Argument...

Gaining weight!

I had to google Shloer.
Worst part is the weight gain (more drinks more treats more sitting around and it's my favourite meal). And the cleaning up before, and after. The inevitable 'that's another year gone' feeling.

He travelled 30 minutes when I moved house and he would not shut up. I decided that I wouldn't inflict any journey on him that I didn't have to after that.

Aww, the wee soul... 😻 You're a good cat mum...