Writings in the Sand

I Miss the Mess of Tinsel (but the cat would eat it, so...)

Honestly, I love Christmas commercialism.

I have always loved stores that put up too many decorations and lights, have too many sales and specials that push us to buy things for people we don't even like just because that's the perfect gift for that person. Holiday sales are a huge chunk of the annual profit for most retailers, so they need the hyped holiday rush to stay in business. I mostly shop online these days, which makes me nostalgic for the magical delights of the mall at Christmas. It's tradition -even if it's gaudy and tacky and covered in tinsel.

I want to hear non-stop Christmas music. I want to watch cheesy Christmas movies. I want Christmas to be big and loud and in my face. I also want the peace of watching a softly falling snow and the twinkling of my tree lights reflected on the window while I reflect on Christmases past and try not to project into Christmases yet to come.

It's a time of year when people want to be, and strive to be a better version of themselves. Peace on Earth, Goodwill towards men. We ought to try that approach sometime.