I’m just not a holiday person anymore. It seems the holidays are here for 3 months (which is almost like forever) instead of the 5 weeks or so that I remember from childhood. I remember when the Christmas decorations went up the day AFTER Thanksgiving. I remember my mother schlepping me to the stores for the after Thanksgiving sales at 10:00 in the morning. I remember Charlie Brown’s Christmas coming on just before Christmas. I remember alot and I wish that was the way it still is.
This year I noticed that Christmas had come before Halloween. Are you kidding me? Summer has barely ended and Christmas decorations & trees are already coming out in the stores. Why? I can’t believe people are actually starting to buy this stuff. Just after Halloween, the Christmas commercials started. Oh come on. Give me a break, I haven’t even thought about what I’m buying anyone for Christmas and I don’t like being bombarded with this stuff this early. Puts me off almost immediately. At least we’re not subjected to the Santa riding a razor down a hill twenty times a day anymore!
This morning on the news, they were showing people lining up for Black Friday sales. They started last night — Tuesday. These people are waiting in the flipping freezing cold for 3 days, for what? To be the first at a sale that starts somewhere between 4 and 5 a.m.? ARE THEY NUTS?
I’m not a big shopper. With that said, there is not enough money in this world (seriously, there isn’t) for me to get my butt up and out of bed at 2 or 3 in the morning to hit a sale that starts at 4 or 5 a.m. That’s just crazy. I have friends who make a morning of it — going from store to store and they’re all done shopping by 7 a.m. Nuts.
I’ve had a serious case of the “Bah Humbugs” the past few years. I’m less inclined to decorate the house (actually, I can’t remember the last time I did decorate the house) and my husband and I no longer spend the day looking for a tree to cut down – we buy it ready to go and I miss that. We used to have a great time at the tree farm — we’d spend hours comparing trees and then we’d end up getting the tree we spotted when we first arrived. Cold winter days, hot chocolate, laughter and a muddy mess by the time we got home with our tree that was always too tall. Buying presents and stocking stuffers was a huge deal as well. It was fun trying to guess what was in boxes stashed all over the house, before they went under the tree. That’s what Christmas was about for us. Now, not so much.
I think it’s because of the over-exposure we all have to endure. By the time Christmas really does arrive, it feels like an afterthought, a let-down even. Seriously, we’ve been bombarded for so long, it’s like we’ve had Christmas forever. What’s exciting about that?
Last week the Christmas music started. Shoot me now.