I admit my bah-humbuggy feelings about the Christmas season are a definite buzz kill. I suppose I should keep my mouth shut, but I have a blog – so no way.
Christmas isn’t my problem, nor are the general feelings of good cheer and wanting to share with others. No. My problem with the season is that it’s too long and getting longer. Last year my husband chuckled as he caught me turning the four foot Santa to face the store’s wall the day after Halloween. I didn’t think anyone was watching.
I swear someone could discover the cure for cancer and be told, “wait until after the holidays.” It seems people can’t keep their minds on task because half their brain cells are counting days to Christmas and how many gifts are yet to be bought.
It’s a time of pure gluttony, too. I remember when my office was on the 8th floor and I was struggling that year to keep to my diet. The third floor was taken over by cookie fiends hawking baked goods of all sorts. I skirted my way to my office and felt safe behind the closed door. Then I heard the cookie pushers “la la lalling” nearer and nearer. What am I? Some goose that needs stuffing?
I see hoards of people pushing their way through store entries to grab the latest must-have items that will fill dumpsters in two years time.
Other than that, Christmas is such a jolly time.
