powerskipper
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Musings from an Amusing World Ode to XMas
Dec. 02, 2004
It's that time of year again.
The season for wreaths, pine trees, mobbed malls and holier than thou rants about Christmas commercialism.
Well, you know what? I'm just going to say it right now. I'm not scared. I'm not proud. You heard it here first, folks:
I love Christmas.
I love the commercialism. The hype. The anticipation.
It's not about the presents. Lord knows I've gotten some bad gifts. Let's all agree right now that no one should ever have to unwrap a pretty box and shiny bow only to discover a tiger-print shirt and matching skirt staring back at them.
But that's not the point.
Christmas is about being a little bit nicer than we usually are. It's about smiling at the jerk-off mail clerk who always spills coffee on your files or the annoying flak who won't stop pitching God-awful stories about ladies who make paper out of lint.
It's about calling your mother when you reeeaaalllyyy don't want to.
But some people don't see it that way.
This is the time of year when self-righteous whiners start in on me. You can usually time the initial assault to moments after the first Gap commercial with models on sleighs.
"Christmas is so commmeerrrccciiiaaallll!" they gripe. "It used to be about JJeeesssuuusss..."
Oh really?
Baby Jesus had barely popped out of the womb when the Three Wise Men showed up with an AeroBed, a camping lamp and a can of Pinesol to spruce up the stable.
O Henry's Gift of the Magi gang wasn't cutting off hair and selling watches because that's WJWD.
They did it to show their love.
The problem with Christmas is that people think the best gifts come at a high price.
Not so. The best Christmas present I ever got was a short story Todd wrote me. It didn't cost a penny.
So bring on the whining, Christmas haters. 'Tis the season to bitch and moan.
But while you're doing that, I'm gonna head over to marina and do a little last minute shopping. I hear the two-for-one water bottle sale in Aisle Three is something fierce.
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Julie
Dec. 02, 2004
It's that time of year again.
The season for wreaths, pine trees, mobbed malls and holier than thou rants about Christmas commercialism.
Well, you know what? I'm just going to say it right now. I'm not scared. I'm not proud. You heard it here first, folks:
I love Christmas.
I love the commercialism. The hype. The anticipation.
It's not about the presents. Lord knows I've gotten some bad gifts. Let's all agree right now that no one should ever have to unwrap a pretty box and shiny bow only to discover a tiger-print shirt and matching skirt staring back at them.
But that's not the point.
Christmas is about being a little bit nicer than we usually are. It's about smiling at the jerk-off mail clerk who always spills coffee on your files or the annoying flak who won't stop pitching God-awful stories about ladies who make paper out of lint.
It's about calling your mother when you reeeaaalllyyy don't want to.
But some people don't see it that way.
This is the time of year when self-righteous whiners start in on me. You can usually time the initial assault to moments after the first Gap commercial with models on sleighs.
"Christmas is so commmeerrrccciiiaaallll!" they gripe. "It used to be about JJeeesssuuusss..."
Oh really?
Baby Jesus had barely popped out of the womb when the Three Wise Men showed up with an AeroBed, a camping lamp and a can of Pinesol to spruce up the stable.
O Henry's Gift of the Magi gang wasn't cutting off hair and selling watches because that's WJWD.
They did it to show their love.
The problem with Christmas is that people think the best gifts come at a high price.
Not so. The best Christmas present I ever got was a short story Todd wrote me. It didn't cost a penny.
So bring on the whining, Christmas haters. 'Tis the season to bitch and moan.
But while you're doing that, I'm gonna head over to marina and do a little last minute shopping. I hear the two-for-one water bottle sale in Aisle Three is something fierce.
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Julie
