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The self-righteous whining.

December always arrives so quickly. You sit down in August and hold your breath for Halloween, but the next time you look up: suddenly, Christmas. It's always like that though. It's not something I really look forward to, either. It can hardly be called Christmas.

It's pathetic. And diluted. It's a weak imitation of what it used to be. Of what it's supposed to be. It's like Valentine's Day, hollow and commercialized. And the people that run with it are the worst part of the whole thing.

"Happy Holidays!" They say. I understand it's an effort to bend over backwards to accommodate the various religious celebrations of the season, but is it worth it? If someone is going to get upset--during the 'holiday season' no less--because you assumed they followed whichever arbitrary religion, then they probably aren't worth fraternizing with, I think. Is it really a good use of your time to stomp around in circles crying because someone said "Merry Christmas" to you when you instead celebrate Hanukkah? Suck it up and say "Happy Hanukkah" back.

The people that whine about oppressive holidays like Christmas insist that we must all be considerate of each other if we want to exist in harmony. We have to reach out and hold each others' hands and unite in our generosity and understanding. It's a noble idea, but they seem to think that these practices are exclusive to the 'holiday season.'

Why not practice those views all year?

They are the same people who cut others off in traffic. They are the same people who double park. Who talk loudly on their cellphones. Who bring crying babies into movie theaters. Who walk slowly down the halls. Who get upset when things don't go their way.

They are the people who are too important to recognize that others need more help than they do.

I am not a perfect person. I have faults to spare. I would not call myself a good person, but I try. I might be a hypocrite, but I help where I can regardless of what month of the year it is. Why can't more people stop asking for a return?

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