Today, I accompanied my niece Holly around the block as she delivered presents to her neighbours. While rooting through a neighbour’s recycling bin I found 2 newspapers. Holly looked at me sideways, a mix of terror and disgust. I was delighted; a crossword addict will go to great lengths to get a puzzle-fix.The front page announced: “Procrastinating holiday shoppers have 3 more days”. Hmmm, I guess that means only three days left to buy love, respect and a generous reputation. The neighboring article cites a poll that finds “Americans dependent on gadgets” (hint, hint…buy more from Best Buy).
I’m sick of Christmas commercialism. I don’t watch much TV, yet I still feel bombarded by messages to shop and spend. Exorbitant light displays also make me feel ill. The house around the corner is a tacky yet intriguing hodgepodge of energy wastage: a trio of giant snow-people look completely uninterested in Baby Jesus and his plastic glowing parents; a massive, inflated Snow-globe blocks the front door (a definate fire hazard); and more bright nonsense surrounds the whole mess. I pray for rolling blackouts.
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