FOR A BORING READ
Santa The Bully
When your local goon becomes Santa
I get scared every time when Christmas days arrive. I do not know about you, but for me, Christmas is a time of great anxiety and not excitement.
You have every reason to get excited when you receive free gifts, but that is not the case when you have to pay money on a daily basis to a bunch of crooks, starting from Christmas time to New Year.
It is during Christmas days, the local goon and his perverted friends come to my home as a gang and threaten me to give them money. All in the name of something called Christmas carol dance bullshit. Yes, you guessed it right, the local goon is the Santa. I am pretty sure that he does not give a flying fuck about Jesus Christ, but only about how to make a quick fortune for himself.
As soon as I hear the carol song ‘Jingle bell jingle bell… coming all the way… to your home and taking all your hard-earned money… once again….Oh, Jingle bell…’ my heartbeat increases. I know very well that I might have to put up with their bullshit dance and also pay them money for putting up with it.
Goon says it is his special belly dance, but not for me, for me it is always a bully dance, no matter what he imagines is the case. If I ever refused to pay them money or even less money, then the loving Santa Claus (that fat pig goon in our area) gets violent and shames me in front of all the pleasing neighbors.
The time from Christmas to New Year is so traumatizing for me that it takes the entire year, starting from New Year to next Christmas, for me to heal from that very trauma, only to be retriggered again. The vicious cycle continues.
Isn’t Santa Claus supposed to give us gifts? But fuck it, it only happens in fantasy. In real life, I am the one who has to pay those carol criminals my money. There is no loving Santa, let alone free gifts.
Praising and pleasing a bully can only be a temporary relief, at least not a lifelong strategy to live with. If this is how Christmas appears to you in reality, then you have every right to say ‘Fuck Christmas fuck Santa’. You do not have to make Jesus an excuse to put up with a bully. Not only Santa, anyone who asks us to obey them blindly, be it the priest in the nearby church or the local goon, is an out-and-out bully.
Enjoy this ‘bully’ poem:
once an old man along with his friends came to dance at my house he was that old fatty guy with a long white beard — Santa Claus he says it is belly dance for me it is bully dance since he takes my money after his dance, putting me at a loss