No presents this year, and I'm loving it

Every year I get a little bit more sickened by the crass commercialism of Christmas. Setting aside any religious meaning, Christmas is supposed to be a light in the darkness - something to look forward to in the dead of winter.Instead, once we become adults, Christmas is a huge ball of stress twisting away in our guts. We spend far more than we can afford, afraid of feeling embarrassed if other people spend more on us than we did on them. But we don't buy them what they *need*. They already have everything they need. So we buy them some novelty that makes them smile for a moment before they put it away in a drawer. In a few weeks, it'll go into landfill, where its plastic packaging will take 400 years to decompose.When I look back at the Christmases of my youth, the best memories are of tinsel and fairy lights; food and family; cards and treats. I don't remember getting a bike or a games console, although I probably did. What I remember is using Christmas as an excuse to c…


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