I’m burned out on the commercial Christmas. We don’t do a lot of presents any more, except for the kids in the family, but that doesn’t mean the ads aren’t out there. It’s been commercial Christmas since at least July, and I wish they’d all just shut up.
Don’t get me wrong. I love the winter holidays, even if one has to put up with winter itself. (I envy those of you in the southern hemisphere who celebrate them as summer holidays.) I’m not religious, but the changing of the light, new beginnings, are all wonderful. There is still something about being surrounded by Christmas lights that brings out a sense of awe. Parties, helping others less fortunate–these are things that can and should be done all year. But the light doesn’t make you gasp with amazement unless surrounded by the darkest night.
Or, it would if people didn’t make themselves so busy and stressed. The economy is terrible, and businesses are desperate for people to spend. Never mind spending time with those you love, when you have to get up at stupid o’clock to get presents. And don’t even get me started on the bogus “war on Christmas.” It doesn’t matter whether you are religious or not, it makes no difference whether the Wal-Mart greeter says “Merry Christmas” or “Happy Holidays”–the marketplace wins. We spend too much money and not enough time.
We could be out there, looking at holiday lights, or better yet, the stars.