Christmas Sucks
What to Do When Fruitcake, Family, and Finding the Perfect Gift Make You Miserable
Joanne Kimes
author of Pregnancy Sucks, Pregnancy Sucks for Men, and Dating Sucks
Copyright 2008 by Joanne Kimes. All rights reserved. This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher; exceptions are made for brief excerpts used in published reviews.
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dedication
To my daughter Emily. The best gift I ever received!
acknowledgments
Writing this book would suck a lot more without the help from these wonderful people: My talented editor, Meredith O'Hayre, the gifted designer, Michelle Kelly, my dear agent, Jeff Herman, and as always, Kate Epstein, who started it all. In addition, I'd like to thank Marisa Zafran, the public relations director at Le Parker Meridien hotel in New York. And finally, a big kiss to my wonderful husband, Jeff. Before we were married, Christmases were certainly a lot easier, but not nearly as much fun! I love you.
introduction
If you've had the courage to pick up this book, I applaud you. I'm sure there are plenty of holiday shoppers who'll read the title and think a book called Christmas Sucks is blasphemous. They'll think I deserve a one-way ticket straight to H-E-double toothpicks. I know this because my husband felt the same way when I told him that I'd be writing it. In fact, I was sure my next book would be entitled Divorce Sucks because of the all-out battles we had on the subject. It's not even that he's a deeply religious man. It's just that he believes that certain things should never be mocked.
I tried in vain to convince him that this book isn't about religion. It doesn't tease or put anyone down, except the generic mother-in-law because that's simply a given. In fact, one of the main points of this book is that we've lost the true meaning of Christmas somewhere between the Santa head Pez dispensers and the nativity scene made in the likeness of The Simpsons.
Besides, I'm no idiot. I realize that religion is a personal issue and as controversial as gay marriage, stem cell research, or who the heck Carly Simon's secret lover is in her song, You're So Vain. I wouldn't dare debate such a heated topic, even though doing so may prove worthy of a guest appearance on the Today show. Instead, I choose to focus this book on the variety of overwhelming stresses that surrounds the holidays, and how to survive each one with your sanity, your family, and your bank account intact. True, with a book like this, I doubt Matt Lauer will beg me to come to Rockefeller Plaza, but at least I don't have to spend an eternity in hell. I tend to get cranky when I'm overheated.
So, if you've dared to read my book this far, perhaps you'll take a chance and read it further. If you're like me and dread the holidays despite the homemade cookies and that great version of Santa Claus Is Coming to Town by Bruce Springsteen, then this is the book for you. In it, you'll find dozens of tips on how to get through the holidays with enough Christmas spirit left over to bring a smile to your face. And, for no extra cost, you'll realize there's no shame in dreading the holidays and that there's nothing blasphemous about it. If you go to hell, it'll be your own damn fault.
So here's to all that is good and true and right about the holidays. I hope that with everything you learn from this book, yours will be a stress-free holiday so you can focus on what this most sacred day in Christianity is all about: Peace on Earth, good will toward men, and that great Bruce Springsteen song!
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shop 'til you drop dead
For many, Christmas truly is the most wonderful time of the year, filled with loving family and friends, thoughtful gifts, and lifelong memories. It's a time of snowflakes and carols and free samples of summer sausage at Hickory Farms. Yes, December 25 is a great day that people look forward to all year long! At least some people that is. Most likely, these are the those of us who are under the age of eighteen and, dare I say, husbands who often leave the shopping and decorating and driving and entertaining to the wives while they sit on their asses all month watching sports (more on that good stuff later).
Many people actually dread December 25 more than they do April 15. And why shouldn't they? Both days are a pain in the ass to prepare for and both days cost a hell of a lot of money. And the stress! Man, the stress! The world becomes one big holiday moshpit with shoppers fighting over the last pair of Isotoner gloves, and groping any ass they can get their hands on during the annual office party. The traffic's impossible, the malls are packed, the kids are home on school break, and the marital conflicts are more heated than those of Rosie O'donnell and Elizabeth Has-selbeck. The only Christmas spirit you crave is the fifth of peppermint Schnapps you keep hidden behind the spare paper towels this time of year.
Face it. Somewhere down the line, Christmas has lost its meaning. It's no longer about worshiping the birth of Christ. Instead, it's more about keeping your head, and wallet, afloat while riding the Yule tides straight to total exhaustion. It's everything we can do to get through the relentless shopping, the constant housecleaning, the massive catering, the expensive decorating, the travel insanities, and the urge to drop kick our kids out the front door because they can't stop saying we're bored. For many, Christmas is just a time to get through.
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