Currently listening to: “C’est ma terre” – Christophe Maé
Having being exposed to Retail Christmas for the past month or so, I’m officially tired of it. Enough is enough. Retail Christmas is a scourge that seems to magically kick in the-night-after-Halloween, and threatens to ruin Real Christmas with its armies of limpid tinsel and squeaky carols. Now, contrary to my darling roommate (who has decided to call me Scrooge and threatens to purchase me a Santa hat), I am not opposed to happiness, joy, and Christmas. Far from it! I may not have Advent calendars galore (which melt anyway, due to our overheated apartment), but I am very much a proponent of the Real Christmas Spirit. Case in point: I fully intend on decorating the apartment for Christmas/Winter Solstice in due time – an event I am greatly excited about, so feel free to join in! Also, Christmas baked treats are definitely superior to those of other festivals…mmm, gingerbread and sugar cookies… The issue with Retail Christmas is the excess, god, the excess! Without even passing comment on the sheer hedonism and materialism of Retail Christmas, the sheer length of the season is in itself weary and more importantly, completely unnecessary. We don’t feel the need for a two-month lead-up to Thanksgiving; why should Christmas be any different? Thanksgiving doesn’t get enough love. How do you think fans of Thanksgiving feel that we’re spending all this time and money on Christmas?? And thank god there’s no two-month lead-up to Valentine’s Day. I’m pretty sure the irrational dislike I have for Retail Christmas could be much averted if it weren’t so ridiculously long. So, I am incredibly thankful for Finals (I never thought I’d be) which allows me to stay far, far away from work for the next few weeks. It’s time to reclaim back sanity sans Santa.