Is it just me or has the whole Christmas “thing” gotten larger than life this year? In fact, it seems like this “thing” has taken on a life of its own and morphed into more of an amorphous “blob,” dwarfing Christmas-as we-used-to-know-it-entirely. This is especially disturbing since it is not even officially December yet. Plus the leftover turkey hasn’t even had a chance to grow a speck of mold tucked way in the back of the frig. Heck, I even heard Christmas music in Home Depot back in October, well before Halloween, and then at Hallmark, and so on and so on. It was nauseating, and I normally love Christmas music. Christmas has been everywhere, aisles and aisles of it, only just in a commercial way.
My take is that retailers are thinking that since times are hard, if they mention the magical buzz word of “Christmas,” maybe people would start filling their carts sky high with stuff (I mean “merchandise”) to buy. So here we are at what should be the joyous start of the Christmas season, the day after Black Friday, and I’m already over it. Ugh. It reminds me of that ancient Aesop fable, “The Goose That Laid the Golden Egg.” Christmas is like the Golden Egg. In our capitalistic desire to make that egg even bigger and extract its internal gold, we have inadvertently cooked the goose itself. Bah humbug.
It’s time to face –and embrace — the Christmas music.
LibbY