Ebeneezer Scrooge said it best: “Bah humbug.”
A great number of people around the world love Christmas and celebrate it with great aplomb, but I tend to grow pessimistic during times of optimism and cheer. Many people I know think it makes zero sense that I remain disgruntled during the season of giving, but I have my own reasons for being so dismissive and off put.
America gets ahead of itself. Why do people have to create such a hullaballoo about Christmas even before Halloween occurs? We should stick to candy and costumes before trees and tinsel. The snow hasn’t even fallen yet!
The day after Halloween you see Christmas lights lining the trim of houses and inflatable Santas guarding the lawn.
Then, there’s Thanksgiving. We have the highest consumer rate of any country in the world, but it is our materialism that shows its true colors as soon as we finish tucking away turkey and green bean casserole by rushing over to Target for its Black Friday sale. Ironically, we humbly acknowledge for what we’re thankful for, then hours later we fight over a TV that’s 75% off. That’s where the Christmas season truly begins. That’s when it starts getting obnoxious.
ABC Family starts its annual 25 Days Until Christmas movie marathon, the sweaters start coming out of the closets, carols are heard ad-nauseam in malls, doctors’ offices, schools, radio stations, and grocery stores. People make a ginormous ruckus over a holiday that actually only lasts for two days, and as it should. But the Christmas season is a rising storm that will progressively become a headache that has grown out of control.
I’m not against tradition, it’s nostalgic to decorate the tree with family, to listen to Bing Crosby and unwrap presents; it takes me back. But this hype over Christmas has become so laughably ridiculous since everyone becomes disturbingly obsessed with one holiday. I’d be thrilled if we did the same for Halloween to give at least another fun and exciting holiday more shine, to give people with a different sort of personality more room to show their excitement without looking like a fool in the middle of September. Maybe it will happen, but until then, I have to listen to Michael Buble unless I want to become a hermit until New Year’s Eve.