I hate christmas, I really do. Year after year people pretend they're happy on this day. Happy with all the presents they got from the ones dearest to him, the same presents that end up with the garbage along with leftovers from the food they've made to celebrate this 'special day'.
Nobody cares about the fact that their dog died of food poisoning, nobody cares about their new car.
I always thought I was the only one that thought about christmas that way, that I have yet to discover the true meaning of Christmas, that I haven't learned to appreciate it as much as the rest has. I was wrong. Think about it, my parents still believe in God for crying out loud. They still believe in heaven, in hell. I don't, and neither do my friends.