Is Christmas Broken?
I detest having to walk into a card shop in October to find Christmas ornaments already donning the shelves. And I couldn’t escape from it. Wal-Mart’s elves were already dancing around the tube inviting shoppers to an early lay-away and those Hershey kisses—those damned clangorous chocolates—ringing like church bells, inviting you into their folds of tin foil. Black Friday? What heartless soul would make their employees snap out of their tryptophanic haze to open their cash registers for WHAT??? The latest technological craze that will certainly be outdated in six months?
Even before December comes in on the Polar Express, I’m so over it! No more the caroling for hot chocolate and mulled cider. No more the surprise gifts under the tree (because wives now buy their own gifts and tell everyone their husbands bought it). No more the fresh scent of pine needles. No more the making of fresh holly wreaths (why should we when there’s plastic). No more the family gatherings of singing and simply enjoying the warmth of love and kin because we all know everyone will be hunkered down with calloused fingers iPhones texting or playing video games on their iPads.
Christmas is broken, People! How do we fix it?
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