Xmas dulls the senses to a common denominator lower than the boughs of an underground hell tree. That is, a tree that grows upside down, underground into hell.

On Christmas I normally think about how much I hate Christmas and the white people christian consumerist fuckfest that I've seen my whole white people christian consumerist life. 
This Christmas, I'm apathetic and think everyone's an idiot for investing so much in a day during a season that's nothing but stress and unpleasantness.  I guess that's probably just for me though, and I should revert back to anarchistic anger, because at least the awful shit to hate is scientifically observable.