I was watching The View recently and the subject of Christmas letters came up. Whoopi apparently hates getting Christmas letters. She doesn’t care about you, your kids, or your dog, and she’s pissed off that you bother her with this junk mail. Furthermore, she doesn’t think anyone should send one to anyone – ever. Period.
Well, excuse me.
Can I just say that I’m tired of everyone bitching about Christmas? I’m tired of hearing how stressed everyone is, how their families drive them crazy, and how they hate getting cheerful letters from their friends saying how great their year was.
Oh, you poor darlings.
On holiday stress – How stressful it is to buy so many presents. Life was certainly less stressful for my father that year during the Depression when he got an orange for Christmas. Yes, an orange. And Grandma was probably overjoyed that she didn’t have all of that stressful shopping to do.
On crazy family stuff – How horrible families are. Just ask those lucky folks in Darfur who no longer have to put up with annoying relatives during the holidays. Enough said.
And those annoying Christmas letters? – Go ahead, speak your mind. Tell all of your friends that you don’t care how they are and ask to be taken off the list. Tell them often. Make yourself perfectly clear. Demand that your wishes be respected. And enjoy your Eleanor Rigby funeral. (Beatles reference: “Eleanor Rigby died in a church and was buried along with her name. Nobody came.”) OK, that probably won’t happen to Whoopi Goldberg because apart from this little bit of bah-humbug she seems like a genuinely nice person.
But it occurred to me that there were probably quite a few of us who feel a bit overwhelmed by all of the negativity surrounding us. We can talk about it, laugh about it, and learn to be, well, sunny anyway.