Well, I’ve only got today left before I go into Scrooge mode. From Thanksgiving until the end of the year, I do everything I can to avoid going into any store, especially any of the big chain places, because I just can’t handle all of the rude, pushy crowds, and the holiday hokum. Bah humbug!
Don’t get me wrong, I like Christmas. I especially love Christmas music. But I mean real Christmas music. Songs like Silver Bells, and White Christmas. Not Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer and such nonsense. And if I I have to listen to that bunch of annoying chipmunks sing one more Christmas carol, I’m gonna load my shotgun and go hunting!
Let’s face it, Christmas stopped being about anything except profit many years ago. You buy me something I don’t really want or need, and then I’ll feel obligated to by you something you don’t want or need. And even though we say we won’t do that again, next year I’ll remember that you bought something for me last year, and I’ll guilt myself into getting you something. And the viscous cycle continues. Here’s an idea – how about you buy yourself something that you want, and I’ll buy me something I want. About two weeks after Christmas.
For years, when I owned small town newspapers, we would find a family in need, and collect presents for the kids, and on Christmas Eve, I’d don my Santa Claus costume (Yes, Bad Nick made a fine Santa, thank you very much!), I’d make a couple of the girls from the office put on elf costumes (short, skimpy elf costumes, because Santa’s a lecherous old bugger), and off we’d go to spread Yuletide cheer. I think those were some of my favorite Christmas activities, and I looked forward to it every year.
There is a move on to encourage people to shop at smaller, independent retailers instead of the big box stores this year. Of course, we all know that won’t happen, because if most people can save 49 cents, they’ll go to the big places and fight the crowds to do so. Screw that little guy trying to make a living and put something back into the local economy, I saved 49 cents!
Maybe we should just forget all of the holiday bullcrap and stop for just one minute and think about what it’s really all about. You remember, things like peace on earth, and goodwill toward mankind.
Oh damn, there go those darn chipmunks again. Honey, grab me my shotgun!