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People are starting to get into the holiday season earlier and earlier every year. No sooner do the Halloween costumes and candy wrappers hit the floor than we're already seeing Christmas Trees in the windows at Wal-Greens and everyone wants me to hurry up now and order the Christmas wrapping paper organizer.
I was at Target the other day and there were fiber optics lights. Things that were more busy visually than video games. And I had to ask myself, is this because we've become a society with a short-attention span, or are they marketing the expensive holiday items to kids? Nobody my age would want a battery-operated snowman that sings "oops I did it again" while shimmying on the shelf. Would they?
And then we have the egg nog ritual beginning. There's a certain part of the year when egg nog would become widely commercially available. This was generally around mid-November. Now I'm seeing the stuff for Halloween, and look. They've even decorated it with an orange carton. And maybe that's apropos. Have you ever read the ingredients list? Now that's scary.
Barbie is already prepared for Christmas this year. She's got her new townhouse, more furnishings than I owned during my college years, and all the trimmings to even give a proper holiday to her friends Malibu Theresa and Skipper. It's too bad Ken's not around. Last I heard he had to work two shifts just to afford all that pink plastic for the holidays.
No sooner are we out of October when everyone is announcing that Christmas is just around the corner. Just around whose corner? I've checked my corners and all I have are some cobwebs. Do I really want the hassle of pulling out 24 boxes of tinsel, lights, a slightly bent artificial tree and my ceramic 1970's figures? Do I really want to have to worry about which ornamnets I'll have to repair this year or how to not spend more on the wrapping paper than I do on the presents? Do I really want to have start writing the Christmas cards now?
I look outside and there are still leaves falling to the ground. There are still chocolate bars on the counter that made the post-Halloween candy apocalypse. The squash I carved for Halloween instead of the pumpkin still is wearing his grin.
I don't like the commercial mess Christmas has become. Years ago, Charlie Brown lamented the commercialism of Christmas. Instead of taking his word for it, we ordered the Charlie Brown ornament. Oh, and the Snoopy one as well. It was a matching set, you know.
Maybe as Americans, we're always so enthusiastic about joy and merriment. There's something about the red and the green of the holidays that we don't enjoy quite so much when we're in traffic that we suddenly believe makes everything magic as soon as Christmastime rolls around. Maybe we enjoy it so much, in fact, that we really do need to see the ornaments and the fiber optic dancing snowmen showing up on our department store shelves earlier and earlier everyyear.
Or maybe it's really indicative of an incredibly clever marketing campaign that tells us we need to be ready earlier and earlier every single year, until there's pink egg nog for Valentine's Day available January 1st and the Christmas peeps make their appearance around May.
Maybe the guy down the street who leaves his lights up year-round really knew this was coming all along.
I was at Target the other day and there were fiber optics lights. Things that were more busy visually than video games. And I had to ask myself, is this because we've become a society with a short-attention span, or are they marketing the expensive holiday items to kids? Nobody my age would want a battery-operated snowman that sings "oops I did it again" while shimmying on the shelf. Would they?
And then we have the egg nog ritual beginning. There's a certain part of the year when egg nog would become widely commercially available. This was generally around mid-November. Now I'm seeing the stuff for Halloween, and look. They've even decorated it with an orange carton. And maybe that's apropos. Have you ever read the ingredients list? Now that's scary.
Barbie is already prepared for Christmas this year. She's got her new townhouse, more furnishings than I owned during my college years, and all the trimmings to even give a proper holiday to her friends Malibu Theresa and Skipper. It's too bad Ken's not around. Last I heard he had to work two shifts just to afford all that pink plastic for the holidays.
No sooner are we out of October when everyone is announcing that Christmas is just around the corner. Just around whose corner? I've checked my corners and all I have are some cobwebs. Do I really want the hassle of pulling out 24 boxes of tinsel, lights, a slightly bent artificial tree and my ceramic 1970's figures? Do I really want to have to worry about which ornamnets I'll have to repair this year or how to not spend more on the wrapping paper than I do on the presents? Do I really want to have start writing the Christmas cards now?
I look outside and there are still leaves falling to the ground. There are still chocolate bars on the counter that made the post-Halloween candy apocalypse. The squash I carved for Halloween instead of the pumpkin still is wearing his grin.
I don't like the commercial mess Christmas has become. Years ago, Charlie Brown lamented the commercialism of Christmas. Instead of taking his word for it, we ordered the Charlie Brown ornament. Oh, and the Snoopy one as well. It was a matching set, you know.
Maybe as Americans, we're always so enthusiastic about joy and merriment. There's something about the red and the green of the holidays that we don't enjoy quite so much when we're in traffic that we suddenly believe makes everything magic as soon as Christmastime rolls around. Maybe we enjoy it so much, in fact, that we really do need to see the ornaments and the fiber optic dancing snowmen showing up on our department store shelves earlier and earlier everyyear.
Or maybe it's really indicative of an incredibly clever marketing campaign that tells us we need to be ready earlier and earlier every single year, until there's pink egg nog for Valentine's Day available January 1st and the Christmas peeps make their appearance around May.
Maybe the guy down the street who leaves his lights up year-round really knew this was coming all along.
Bahahahahahaha!!!!! 
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