Christmas Hater Novels & Stories

As good as it was, it was just not something that could continue. It was the beginning of December and Christmas was almost here. I really had grown to hate holidays these past few years. Everyone was always so happy and surrounded by family. With Susan gone and no children, Christmas was just depressing as hell for me. The extent of my Christmas shopping was a present for mother and father in law and one for Beth and Lance. I had no family since I was an only child and my parents were both deceased. I always waited till the last minute to shop and this year was probably going to be the same. About a week before Christmas I got the usual call from my in-laws inviting me for Christmas Dinner.

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Christmas. The word itself manages to bring happiness in your mind. It is like New Year started a week early. I would like to tell all the Christmas haters out there that something is seriously wrong with you. The tree, the gifts, mass and family is enough to bring joy to anyone around. Which I am very hurt that this Christmas I will be alone in New York. But hey Christmas in New York isn’t bad.

What if someone planned this? What if this is punishment? I rub my hands together. Cold. It's always cold lately. He notices. He always notices. He slides his pinky toward mine. Just slightly. Barely touching. But enough. Enough to say: I’m here. Enough to say: you’re not alone. Enough to say everything without words. “Remember when we hated each other?” I whisper. He scoffs. “We were idiots.” “You called me spoiled.” “You called me heartless.”

My father is a good man, with one vice; he loves to gamble and he got himself deep in debt to the mob. Now they sent a man to collect, but we have no money left to give. So what does that man demand for payback? Me. ****** 001 Leia “I hate Christmas.” I look over at Brit like she’s lost her mind as I tape up another line of tinsel over the napkins and straws. “How could you hate Christmas, you cuckoo bird?” I ask. “It’s like, the cheeriest, happiest, friendliest—”

“Five years. Five whole years. And they… and I didn’t see it. How blind do you have to be to miss something happening right in front of you? I thought the love they both had for me was genuine, but it was all a lie!” The man took a slow step toward me. I backed up, shaking, and ended up hitting the counter. “Don’t—don’t look at me like that,” I whispered. “Like I’m some pathetic Christmas tragedy.” I wiped my tears because I didn’t want a stranger pitying me. “I’m not,” he said softly. “I’m looking at someone who’s hurting and someone who deserves the best.” Another sob cracked out of me. “I hate Christmas,” I whispered. “I hate it so much because why should this be happening to me? I…”

But now, he was completely different. I hated getting lost in my thoughts so much, plunging into a whirlwind of memories and feelings that seemed to consume me entirely. And in that moment, I realized how I was starting to hate Christmas, a time that used to be filled with light and joy, was turning into a personal nightmare. I had nothing to celebrate, nothing to be grateful for; the essence of Christmas seemed to have evaporated from my life, leaving only a deep void. There was no reason to smile, not even a sweet memory to warm my heart.

I cursed my fate. They are huge haters of Heathens, yeah unfortunately the very people I fight on the net, I live with them. I don't know why fate likes to spit on my face. I sighed. I still don't understand, why? Why do they hate them? The very people who have done nothing wrong but gave their daugther hope, love and escape to peace. The very someone, who they don't know? Without even knowing how the person actually is? What are their personalities like and what are they teaching to the people?

Christmas is a festival that is done in honor of Christ. Although I am not a Christian anymore, I still enjoy Christmas in the same way that every Christian enjoys it. After all, I was once a Christian too so I know what it feels like to celebrate the Christmas festival as a Christian. Uncle Max had wanted me to return back home to spend the holidays with Dad and Mum. I also wanted that too but with the recent events going on in my family, I don't think that is going to be possible. Mum is still really pissed at Dad and the other time we spoke on the phone, she called Dad's child a bastard. She said his child would never live to see a bright day. In as much as I am not in support of Dad brin

Or just an idiot, like Ryan. ‘Thank God,’ he muttered as an orange ‘For Hire’ sign hove into view. ‘Hop in.’ He said little as the taxi stopped and started through the pre-Christmas traffic, past the shops with their Christmas lights winking merrily. ‘Thank heaven for Christmas,’ she remarked, for something to say. ‘Imagine how depressing November and December would be without Christmas!’ ‘I’m afraid it leaves me cold,’ he said. ‘Grossly over- commercialized.’ Well, that puts me in my place. Why did everybody say they hated Christmas? Did they really, or was it just the fashion to be cynically bored with it all?