Both me and my parents are pissed by it. In mid-August already I saw the first stores rolling out christmas articles and -sweets -
in mid-summer! Commerical amok-running everywhere,
Weihnachtsmarkt in town - FIVE of them. Crowds, stinking smells, clinging coins, kitschy TV spots.
Kollektive Pflichtübung in Rühreseligkeit - a mandatory collective excercise in unctuousness - I once heard somebody describing it. I think it was me.
Christmas makes us all vomit over here, my whole family, we are happy when it is over again - for another 6 months. Next seasons starts in mid-summer 2015.
My atheism has nothing to do with it. Actually, I have kind and precious memories of our family christmasses
when I was still living with my parents. But commerce has plowed it all under, mercilessly, and somewhat damaging my precious memories as well.
And that is something that I will never forgive: that it was all hysterically ruined for the most profane of reasons.
I would follow the freakshow to some degree if I had children, but I would also protect them from it at the same time. But I have none, so: avoiding and ignoring it as much as I can.
And all that retarded sentimental mindless babbling on TV, christmas here, christmas there, babble-babble-babble. We're sick and tired of it.
Sick and tired.
On 24th, we will, as always meet and do a family raclette. That is all. No actions taken on the other two days.