I just signed up for Christmas on Facebook yesterday, and discovered that well over three hundred thousand people were not going to be attending this year.
What the hell? Or, to rephrase that: what the hell? How can you not attend Christmas - an event that is so all-encompassing that the only requirement for you to be in attendance at that date is to be in existence at that date? Do these non-attendees simply plan to be attending the date of the twenty-sixth of December on the date regularly scheduled for the date of the twenty-fifth of December?
Aside from anything else I'm frankly baffled. How do you simply put aside a day like that? Is it an extreme case of daylight savings, or a more pragmatic case in which the non-attendees simply choose to stop thinking, breathing, or physically manifesting their corporeal presence in any way, shape, or form on this day?
Scrooges! Scrooges, I say!
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6 comments:
They disappear on the 24th and are reborn three days later.
Christ would be proud, actually.
And they are reborn right in time for the post-Christmas sales, too!
The only things I shall be attending on Christmas day is a sleep in and my Wii.
Well, yeah. We all need to wii.
Indeed.
Thanks to technology, now we can all have a wee wii while we wee, oui!
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