Note the stockings, hung with care.
I'm okay with this early explosion of Christmas. I enjoy the twinkle of the lights on a Christmas tree, and the cheery sound of a good Christmas song. I have not yet broken out the Christmas music but that just might happen today. I don't get particularly worked up about the commercial part of the holiday. The part of the commercialism that DOES bother me is not actually all the ads and displays that are already out. How am I supposed to start decorating early if I can't go get a Christmas tree or decorations? It's the cheesy, pretending not to be commercial stuff that irritates me. The highly sentimental books that people publish, purporting to be about the "true" meaning of Christmas, do have their place. The part that I find silly is that people who read them and tout them as good buys use as their selling points that they are not about the commercialism that pervades our society, but about the True Meaning of Christmas. Um, is that author not making money? Didn't their highly sappy book getting published help to build their career?
If you are into sappy books, I fully support your decision to collect these Christmas stories. Just please, please, please don't make me sit through a teary reading of them. I prefer sappy Christmas music, thank you very much.
*For those of you concerned that we are missing out on the joy that is Thanksgiving, note the pumpkins mingled in on the mantle and in front of the tv. It's a happy marriage of the two holidays.
1 comment:
Your posts crack me up. I remember the first year Damien and I were married he got upset when I took the Christmas tree down in the middle of March because he still wanted it up. I say with artificial trees anything goes.
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