This Grinch hates......
 

This Grinch hates:

The bell ringers
The pervasive artificial cinnamon smell

Jingle fucking bells.

And snow.

Oh don't be dour, ladies. :haha:

"O come all ye faithful" and "hark the herald"

Bad Grinch, cheer up.

I like lights.

I just hate the bell ringers and the cinnamon. Dana, Limey, you are fortunate -unless the bell ringers have made it to the UK now. They stand outside every grocery and large store -every one- and continuously jangle a hangover-reminiscent tinny bell trying to extort cash from people who hope in vain for them to quiet for just a second. You can hear the stupid things for miles, There is no way to pick up a gallon of milk without hearing them. I think maybe I should market elf-ear-defenders so we can ignore them without appearing to be unseasonal. Seasonal tinitus. They're not doing the most good, they're being the most fucking irritating and successfully putting all feelings of goodwill on my back burner.

The biggest local grocery store here has imposed a limit on the bells this year. The bells can only ring for 6 days before Christmas. And only during certain hours.

Console yourself with it's the Salvation Army, which is one of, if not the, most efficient charities. If you're concerned about impressing strangers, ink jet up some twenties, and stuff them with great flourish.

Well done that store. I'd probably be more receptive if they just revved an engine or ran a washing machine on a spin cycle. Anything but the bells, the bells.....

So, all in agreement on the fake cinnamon, then? :lol:

Agreement on the fake cinnamon.
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas.
"Holiday tree" bullshit. It's a Christmas tree, get over it.


I've been a Salvation Army bell ringer before, it's a very rewarding experience. You meet some great people too.

So, it's the tintinnabulation of the ringing of the bells that you find unpleasant, no? Is it because the gush of euphony voluminously wells? Is it the smells? Is it the world of merriment their melody foretells?

Who doesn't like cinnamon? :p:

All you need to say to appreciate the SA is "Katrina"

'scuse me, this is not a bitch about the bloody SA, it's about the damn bells, can we please get the kvetching back on track. What doesn't the Grinch in you like?

OK... Hallmark

Oh, and the photocopied mass mailings of "our family this past year"

Family christmas pictures where the kids are supposed to be in costume of the country of the family's origin.

I was at my younger brother's house and my brother and sis-in-law were talking with a friend about a christmas picture of these people they all know, with the kids in lederhosen. I figure the family hails from up around the Minster area (The Great White North) because it's populated heavily with german catholics.

Putting these poor kids in lederhosen. Ugh. So the friend was telling my brother and sis-in-law that they should dress up their kids like little leprechauns (sis-in-law the epitome of irish: from looks to name) and they could all have little itty bitty pipes hanging out of their mouths.

They're always after me lucky charms.

This would have been funnier with sound: my Irish accent is to die for. No really, you'd die if you heard it. From shame. For me. :blush: