People getting themselves in debt just so they can buy their children piles & piles of gifts - to take a photo on Xmas eve for social media, to show how much they've bought their child!Seeing the kids so excited over Santa and the tree. All the markets for them and then Christmas Day yes. For me personally financially every year toys get more expensive and made shittier.
I’ve noticed family on insta and Facebook already having competitions on the best tree, who got their kids what, who’s going to make the best dinner!! I just don’t care for it I don’t remember it being like that when I was younger.
I dunno it’s got to commercial. When I was younger it would be my whole family scrunched in my grandads London house cramped round the tree. there would be so much laughter and love, the adults would get drunk and all of them chipping in to cook.i had 22 cousins so we would all be opening presents playing with toys together.
My kids don’t have that.
Crazy how Christmas has become basically who can take the best picture on Instagram whilst probably sitting there being a miserable fuck.
This. My kids go without all year. They get 5 gifts each that’s it. (This years been a little more expensive after what they asked for) it’s not that we can’t afford it we have become financially more stable over the last two years luckily but I’d rather take them on day trips during the year then waste it all on Christmas. A mum at the school has admitted for the past 3 months they’ve lived on beans on toast so the can all have new consoles and scooters and branded clothes it’s insane.People getting themselves in debt just so they can buy their children piles & piles of gifts - to take a photo on Xmas eve for social media, to show how much they've bought their child!
I hate Christmas because it used to be such a big family thing when I was a kid - the focus was never on presents, just on being together as a family. Now my family have their own families (my Mum died when I was young and my Dad remarried) and aren’t interested in spending time with their spinster daughter/sister/aunt even though we all live within a couple of hours drive apart.
I get offers to go and spend Christmas with friends but never accept because I’d find it too painful to be around happy families knowing my own don’t give enough of a shit to ask me to join them. I mean how pathetic does that make me look? Instead I shut myself away in my little flat and wait for it all to be over whilst planning how I can cheerily brush off all the questions from colleagues in January about what I did and what I got for Christmas from my family when the actual answers are “watched Netflix and cried” and “nothing, not even a phone call”.
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