As the song says, Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year. There’s something magical about looking out at the world covered in snow and drinking warm cups of cocoa before the fire as Nat King Cole croons from the stereo. When family comes from near and far to share feasts and exchange gifts, my heart just soars. It’s the best time of the year.
For me, Christmastime is sacred. Like a little kid waiting and longing so much to open the presents under the Christmas tree, I wait and long for it to come. It’s the waiting, for me, that makes the season so special. Delaying my gratification only makes it that much better when it’s finally here.
When I went to the store mere days after Halloween to buy milk to see a full-fledged Christmas section in all its red and green splendor, I was appalled. When I see Facebook statuses from eager friends listening to Christmas music, I cringe. When, in the first week of November, I turn on the t.v., flip through the channels, and see Christmas movies playing on Hallmark, I want to scream.
The commercialization of Christmas absolutely disgusts me. It takes all the splendor and joy out of the season and crushes it with greed. The money-grubbing stores that are opening Thanksgiving afternoon make me sick. Apparently waiting ’till Black Friday just isn’t enough. Let’s gloss over the holiday themed around being grateful for the things we have and go straight for buying all the things we don’t.
Dear society, where is your self-control?
If we celebrate Christmas all the time, it decreases in value. It’s a time that you need to wait for. Waiting, hoping, and longing make it that much sweeter.
I know there’s nothing I can do to make people stop destroying the magic of Christmas by starting celebrations too early. My words can’t stop stores from selling as much as they can, nor will they be able to stop the hoards of raging Christmas fans from over-indulging before Thanksgiving is even around the corner. But whoever you are reading this, do you really want the most wonderful time of the year tarnished and spoiled because of capitalism and lack of self-control?
I certainly don’t.