I love, and hate, this time of year. I actually like the cold weather, although the cold weather may not like me. I’m pleased to limit my personal exposure to this seasonal emphasis of, “Be Happy! Be Happy! Spend! Spend! Spend! Until you don’t have a nickel to lend!”
Consumerism does not enrich the spirit, it impoverishes it. It’s a national delirium, where folks end up trampling another human being just to buy a cheap import they will toss in three months. A shame, really.
*Ebenezer Scrooge is My Hero!
I can be as happy without this
holiday as with
it. Dates don’t carry any special significance for me: I can’t even recall my own birthday sometimes. Christmas
lost its relevant religious connotation eons ago.
I like December, because that is when the snows first fall (at least around here). Otherwise, I’m rather blase blase about everything. I don’t like Christmas parties. I don’t like Christmas cards. I hate false conviviality. Bah! Humbug! Christmas has morphed and devolved into collective gift buying guilt.
Always remember that today’s Christmas is corporate America’s creation, which is to keep you spending.
Speaking of Spending
I’ve ordered and cancelled so many items in the past few days it’s ridiculous. I’m trying to control myself. I’m forcing myself to put down the credit card and only use cash.
Struggling with that type of self-control makes me break out into a cold sweat.
I want a new laptop. The other one is busted, but I must wait. I must wait. I must wait. And yet, I want a new laptop! Now! I’m trying to decide between a Mac and a Dell. I don’t think I can deal with the Vista O/S right now.
Alas, tis the season for getting what I need, not what I want.
It’s going to be a long winter.
*One of my favorite Christmas stories: Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol.