Not to be a Scrooge, but as the Fed tries to prevent economic deflation, our own country has begun to suffer from Christmas cheer inflation. Holiday colors have been out at retailers since mid-October, and they turned on the carols as soon as the spider webs and jack-o-lanterns were taken down. I can't go shopping without seeing unwanted visions of sugar plumbs and prematurely decked halls. Call me weak, but I'm not sure of my poor lungs can handle a three month sprint of holiday hustle and bustle.
Yes, I realize that finishing Christmas shopping and decorating before Veterans Day allows the American woman to achieve Martha Stewart Nirvana, where household, hosting and holiday turn blissfully in a gingerbread-smelling ethereal plane.
Yes, I realize that troubled retailers are desperately competing to get you in the holiday shopping spirit as soon as possible.
Yes, I realize that in troubled economic times like these, the best response is to buy early and often to get our nation back in the black.
But one of the things that makes a holiday special is the simple fact that it doesn't happen all year long. The more something happens, the less special it is. And considering the weight of what this holiday actually symbolizes, i.E. God Himself, entering the world for redemption and rescue, wouldn't it be worth it to keep the wonder, a bit more confined, and therefore more potent?
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Well said!
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