I used to like Xmas ... When I was too young to know better. I loved it until I was pulled down into the morass of ritualistic phoniness and obligationism that it has become for me. "What did you get him!?" ... "What did you get her!?" ... "What did they get you!?"  WHO THE FUCK CARES! What a bunch of crap! "Gimme ... Gimme ... Gimme!"  I hate Xmas because it forces me to act nice around a bunch of people who I don't want to be nice to! I have to act happy when I'm not! It's a commercial bullshit holiday that benefits the stores. Depression, suicide, envy and selfishness ... These are the true emotions under Santa's phoney beard! An excuse to get drunk and wrap your car around a tree! So, The next time some creepy, skinny, homeless dime-store Santa rings his fucking bell in your face, you know what to do! ... SMACK HIM ONE ! KICK HIM AND STEAL HIS CHESTNUTS! STRANGLE HIM WITH A GARLAND OF HOLLY, or whatever that crap is ...
I tried to get this picture made into a Xmas card the year I painted it ... and was actually turned down by two printing companies. What a bunch of ASSHOLES!