I've always felt that the true Christmas spirit was captured by the Pogues' Fairytale of New York, by the Ramones' Christmas song (see below) and by the story of the gift of the Magi. Christmas for me is a fighting time, a time to reflect on relationships with people whom you love only slightly more than you resent. The Gift of the Magi fits in because, well, what the hell is wrong with those people anyways. Yes coordination does remove some of the romantic surprise, but there are considerable gains in efficiency to be made. (Also, in the version I remember, dude sells his car so that he can buy his girlfriend a comb, while she sells her hair so she can buy him some shit for his car. There seems to be an asymmetry embedded in some sexism.) So merry fucking Christmas:
The Ramones: Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight.
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