"Santa Stop Here" signs make me go UGH.
I think there is something about this time of year which makes hard-working people stop and say "WTF?"
As your children get older and demand more and more ridiculous tat which you have to tell them they can't have, Christmas becomes less and less "magical" and more and more of a fecking pain in the arse.
It just seems like an additional expense you can well do without, especially for freelancers who have a tax bill coming up in January.
And you look around and see people who don't seem to do a stroke of work buying plasma TVs and getting mobile phones and robot animals for their kids, and having two holidays a year. It's no wonder we get disillusioned.
Nobody is saying people on low incomes should live in caves and drink their own urine. But in a fair society, benefits should provide the basics of living - it's work which should provide the comforts. Otherwise, how else are people who can work but don't going to be encouraged to do so?
There are times over the last couple of years when DW and I have asked "why the hell do we BOTHER?" Especially when one or other of us has had to get up at 6.30am in the dark and the driving rain. Sometimes we've asked ourselves if we'd be better off staying at home and screwing the State for every penny we can get. At the moment, it seems most of what we earn is vanishing into a black hole and we are working for precisely nothing.
I can't wait for the Christmas madness to be over. At the moment it just seems like endless emotionally-blackmailing, wallet-screwing, tacky, superficial, soul-destroying crap.
And yes, before you ask, I AM having a bad day.
(I note you can't do a "festive" version of that litle face.)