I can’t even tell you how much it pains me to have to come into work today. The weather outside is gorgeous… absolutely perfect. And it won’t be for much longer. And yet, here I am… Slaving away so that we can make a deadline by the end of this week. And why? So that the manufacturers can have this game ready in time for… You guessed it: Christmas! By which time it’ll be cold and rainy here; cold and snowy elsewhere. Way to arbitrarily assign the date of your alleged savior’s birth, jerks! Somehow I feel like if Jesus were here he’d say, “Dude, don’t stress. You don’t have to make a big deal out of my birthday.” I mean… if he wasn’t busy smiting the hell out of people for trying to cash in on the “Christmas shopping season.”
the midwinter holiday happens at precisely the point in the year when the day is shortest (dec 21, give or take a day over 2000 yrs) - out of darkness comes the light, etc. so really the fault lies with the ancient pagans and their borrowed rituals.
Pagans, eh? I knew those proto-hippies were involved somehow! Still, the more I think about it, the more I realize that the real enemy is Santa Claus. Or rather… his marketing team. We are all elves in his global sweatshop now.