Christmas

So before break I received a packet about the different origin stories of Christmas, and because I'm annoying I decided to bug every person who remotely cares about me by going "So did you know that.." and everyone pretty much didn't listen because no one care about why things are they way they are. But why not? Why aren't people confused or curious or creeped out by Christmas?
Yeah, I know it's not Christmas but since clearly no one wants to hear how it originated I just want to discuss how weird this holiday is.

First if all, a lot of Christmas songs that people love are actually really creepy and yet we sing them to "bring good cheer and "make people merry".
Santa Claus is Coming to Town sounds like it's talking about a serial killer who you DO NOT want to break into your house at night while you're sleeping. This song is just a parent's warning and plea to their child to not anger that fat old omniscient being.
I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus is really odd and creepy because this poor child is witnessing their mother cheating on it's father and is just sitting there watching them. Especially after the idea that Santa is some psychotic creeping murderer who may or may not unleash its rather on the child, it's more than horrifying to see that their mom is having an affair with him and may or may not be in on his evil scheming.
Baby, It's Cold Outside is pretty much implying that this poor girl wants to get out of this man's house and he won't let her. He even drugs her ("Hey, what's in this drink?").
Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer.. do I really need to say what's wrong with this?

Why do we love these songs? Because it's tradition. But every tradition nowadays, with or without knowing its origin and significance is something that should really puzzle people more than it does.
So we go outside and chip down a tree so that we can take it inside, wrap lights around it, and hang things from the branches and then the next day things appear under it. If I were an alien I would think that people were creating their own trees and tricking it into thinking it was an item tree, causing it to bloom with other items that fall down by morning and that the lights and star were there to charge it with the right amount of energy to do so.
Then we take socks off our feet and hang them up, originally so make sure we don't have to become prostitutes, but now so that a strange man can put things in them for us like candy canes. The fact that we put them over the fireplace is just a safety hazard and just baffles me.

Maybe I'm a little but of a Scrooge but there's something about Christmas underneath everything I love about it that just gives me a bad feeling inside like somehow I've been raised into being as foolish as ancient savages trying to please omniscient unseen gods by giving them offerings (milk and cookies) so that they will not smite me or seduce my mother. I've been raised to please and worship some bearded man as a God and gift-giver, and I don't even do that with the "real" religious figure Jesus Christ.
Speaking of Jesus Christ, if I was him I would be angry that people took everything I did for them and decided to use my day to ensue drunken orgies and later on to praise some fictional person instead of me. We don't even celebrate his birthday on his actual birthday. It's like if in the middle of the summer my friends and family had a surprise birthday party with cake and beer, said "Well we didn't like that your birthday was in January because its cold and we like summer more so let's just pretend today is your birthday" and then got drunk, crashed my place, and sang happy birthday to some random person with no resemblance to me. That's just plain rude.