There’s nobody to give me presents anymore. I don’t have a family left to celebrate the holiday with, no friends either. I barely decorate.
But there’s still one thing from my childhood I still try to honor and that’s having a stocking of candy. If not, small gifts.
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Orange cinnamon rolls for breakfast on Christmas morning.
Sounds interesting. Do you have a recipe handy?
I’m old fashioned I get myself an eight ball on Christmas Eve and one tall hooker dressed like Mrs. Claus and one short one dressed like an elf.
I didn’t have a Christmas tradition, until now…
So traditional it’s like a Norman Rockwell painting.
I think that’s where I got it from.
Listening to the Snoopy vs. the Red Baron tape by The Royal Guardsmen while decorating the tree.
We do the fun parts taken from Yule (trees/greenery/lights) and Saturnalia (feasting). I think at this point it’s more a celebration of managing to make it through another year than anything else.
Posting all over social media about the pagan origins of modern Xmas and wishing I knew enough people that were cool to have a proper Saturnalia feast. Because that’s what cool people do.
Also a funny Photoshop holiday card.
I never get Christmas gifts either, not even cards.
I buy myself the same snacks and treats every Christmas, and cook a nice Christmas dinner. I then zone out in front of the TV.
It’s a nice tradition, very peaceful, unlike past Christmases with the now estranged family.
Make my own gluhwein alike drink. On 1dec i take a jar, and put in
- 3 star anis
- 7 cloves
- 2 cinnamon sticks
- grated orange peel
- 3 crushed peppercorns
- vodka till everything is fully submerged
Close lid, store dark and shake once a day. On christmas eve: filter out the solids an mix the vodka with a bottle of red wine. Serve warm
We’ve got young kids and go all in with decorations. Another tradition, weirdly, is eggs Benedict and bucks fizz for breakfast. No idea why, but I’m down.
good god … when I read bucks fizz I thought you were talking about buckfast. im relieved to learn its just another term for a mimosa
I always get my kid a gift my wife will hate. She’s still genuinely annoyed about the fart gun I got last year.
That and getting drunk.
fart gun
I got my nephews one of those! It disappeared after a week, but what a week.
only one I really care to do every year is watching The Hogfather. best christmas movie 10/10 no notes.
I ignore Christmas and celebrate Shreksgiving. We invite friends over to get high, eat green tinted food, and watch the Shrek movies
Although this year I might switch to Ratatouille
I refuse to engage with other people’s holiday shit until I have visual confirmation of Hans Grueber falling from the Nakatomi Plaza building.
That one started when I was like 10 and usually happens within a week of thanksgiving. I try to avoid other Xmas stuff whenever I can. It’s a rough holiday (season) for me, kinda always has been even as a kid, and I don’t have anyone to spend it with anyway.
We decorate our house. My wife really does an incredible job of it and each year she changes it up and it always blows my mind what she does.
Christmas tree and lights. Though the LED ones have ruined it for me, I can see the half wave rectified 60hz and it gives me a headache. That pisses me off so much because I was once super excited about LED Christmas lights consuming a fraction of the energy, but every company seems to think they can get away with literally just replacing incandescent bulbs with LEDs without the proper circuitry to drive them which would have cost, what? A dollar more? Hell a full bridge rectifier probably costs literally a penny when bought in bulk and though it’s still not a “proper” LED driver, it would have doubled the frequency and most people wouldn’t see it anymore.
Does anyone know any Christmas lights with a proper power supply that drives them at low voltage DC? I imagine it would be a lot safer too wrapped around a flammable plastic tree.
This video from last year, may be just what you are looking for, regarding a quest for ‘LEDs that suck less’.










