Bah, Humbug

For anyone who knows me, the fact that I am not a holiday person shouldn’t surprise him/her, but, oddly, it does. I despise all holidays: Thanksgiving, Mother’s and Father’s Day, Labor Day, 4th of July, and, especially, Christmas.

The whole commercialization of holidays turned me off to them years ago. I abhor and, frankly, dread going into a store in October and being inundated with Christmas music, decorations, etc. for the next two months. And, let’s not forget television commercials instructing viewers what to buy, where to buy, and for whom to buy.

If I want to give someone a gift, I don’t need advertisers telling me when and what. I also refuse to spend $7 for a greeting card.

It floors me how people get so wrapped up (pun intended) in all of the people on their Christmas list and who wants what and how much they are spending. I find it completely ridiculous that anyone would put themselves in debt to buy a bunch of overpriced crap for typically ungrateful people who are going to return whatever they get that isn’t exactly what they asked for.

There’s my two cents. I will now return you to your regularly scheduled holiday glee.