Surely I am not the only one sick of the way Christmas has become so commercial, even as the stores distance themselves from the religion behind it and refuse to say the word “Christmas.” Meaning I have to shop for “Xmas gifts” or “holiday gifts.” I am not a religious person, but c’mon. I know what they’re up to… they don’t want to offend anyone. It isn’t about anything but SALES.
The key to a successful Christmas… I mean, a successful holiday is buying stuff. Not celebrating the birth of that Jesus guy, or spending time with your family. It’s not about baking cookies or even decorating the house, unless you sell cookie dough or tinsel. It is also tradition to send pretty cards to people you don’t see the rest of the year, and even people you don’t particularly like. Especially if you do one of those obnoxious, self-absorbed family “newsletters” that only you care about. If you buy enough cards, sometimes Hallmark will give you a little bear or snowman that bellows some annoying tune. FUN!
The holidays, or Christmas if you must, are about buying lots and lots of stuff. And don’t forget Hanukkah, and Kwanza… Every religion needs more candles at the very least! You know your decorations are outdated, you don’t have enough clear lights for the deck, and your neighbors are going to have a bigger tree than you. Your family needs more stuff. You need more stuff. You won’t impress anyone with cheap gifts wrapped in cheap paper with store-bought tags on them!
Even though there is nothing on worth watching, hubby needs a Plasma TV he’ll still be paying on next winter. Worse yet, the woman of the house is either expecting another diamond necklace she really doesn’t want, or a car. Neither of which will get hubby laid more than usual.
Now don’t you feel warm and fuzzy inside?
And let’s not forget the kids. It’s my fault that the most my son knew about Christmas was a short explanation of our nativity scene, and two attempts to read him a book. I put more emphasis on Santa than anything else, and like my peers, I paid for it. Pokemon cards, at least a million crayons, matchbox cars, video games and $13,000 worth of Legos. Now that he’s older, it’s a guitar here, a computer there… I would let him down if I didn’t reward him annually for being so, well, spoiled. The best thing I could do for him would be to let him spend a few hours serving food to the homeless, so he could appreciate how much we have.
Maybe we should all find alternatives to being so superficial; being mindless consumers and spending money we don’t have. I challenge everyone to check into it. Right after you get back from Circuit City and Target.


