Those observing Christmas are celebrating a family of asylum seekers. If there is indeed a "War on Christmas," it's being waged by those trying to make our country less safe for the poor, for the marginalized, and for refugees.

Late-stage capitalism thrives on excess, urgency, and shame. The one thing it can’t survive is people choosing enough. And that’s why it works so hard to convince you that enough is never enough.

The quiet resistance. You don’t have to burn Christmas down to reject consumerism. You just have to refuse its rules. Spend less without explaining yourself, say no without guilt, give time instead of objects, let the holiday be smaller than capitalism demands.

You didn’t ruin Christmas. Capitalism stripped it for parts.

The most evil part isn’t the shopping. It’s that people blame themselves for feeling empty afterward. They think, “I’m ungrateful.” “I’ve lost the magic.” “Something’s wrong with me.” No. You’re reacting normally to a system that monetized your emotions and scheduled your joy.

Who hosted the nicest gathering? Who looked the happiest online? Late-stage capitalism doesn’t care if you’re joyful. It cares if you’re engaged, spending, and comparing.

Christmas is no longer about giving. It’s about performance. You don’t just celebrate Christmas now. You perform it. You decorate for photos. You give for optics.
You post joy whether you feel it or not. Consumerism turned a holiday into a social audit. Who gave the best gifts?

If you’re not happy, the system implies the failure is personal. It never is.

The violence of forced cheer. There is something deeply cruel about demanding happiness from people who are grieving, alone, broke, estranged, burnt out, barely surviving. Late-stage capitalism has no space for that reality. So it buries it under tinsel and jingles and tells you to be thankful.

your life feel insufficient by comparison. Consumerism doesn’t want you to remember Christmas fondly. It wants you to chase a memory forever.

Nostalgia is the product, not the feeling. You’re not buying gifts.
You’re buying the illusion of a moment that no longer exists. Every commercial sells the same fantasy. Perfect families, perfect homes, perfect warmth, perfect togetherness. It’s not meant to reflect your life. It’s meant to make

successfully convinced people that going into debt is an act of love. Nothing says “peace on earth” like interest rates.

Debt Is the real Christmas tradition. Look past the lights and you’ll see the real ritual, credit cards maxed out, “Buy now, pay later” deals, financing plans for gifts that will be forgotten by January, People choosing between rent and “not disappointing anyone.” Late-stage capitalism has

your childhood joy hasn’t been properly recreated. Every ad carries the same message: You are failing the holiday, but we can fix that. For a price.

Late-stage capitalism needs you insecure and indebted. Consumerism works best when you feel like you’re not enough. Christmas is its annual reminder that, your gifts aren’t thoughtful enough, your home isn’t festive enough, your family doesn’t look happy enough, your traditions aren’t magical enough

disguised as generosity. You’re no longer encouraged to give. You’re expected to purchase proof of love. Forced to constantly ask yourself, did I spend enough? Did I buy the right thing? Did I hit the acceptable price point? If not, prepare for guilt.

Consumerism doesn’t celebrate Christmas, it hijacks it. Christmas didn’t become materialistic by accident. It was engineered that way. A holiday once centered on rest, reflection, community, or spirituality was gutted and replaced with shopping lists, deadlines, financial pressure,

are told this is the season where they’re supposed to spend more, smile harder, and feel grateful for the privilege of doing both. This isn’t tradition. This is late-stage capitalism running its most polished con of the year.

Christmas Is the Most Successful Scam Late-Stage Capitalism Ever Pulled. Every year, right on schedule, consumerism puts on a red hat and pretends to be generous. It calls itself Christmas. And millions of people, already exhausted, already underpaid, already drowning in debt,