The not-so-funny business of ruining holidays.
I used to love Christmas-the gift giving, the time with family, the chance to eat like a pig, and the solemnity of candlelight services on Christmas Eve celebrating God's humble entry into the world.
Now it just depresses me.
A friend sent me these photos taken this weekend at a Target in Union City, New Jersey.
Three months before Christmas...THREE MONTHS...and they're selling decorations. This has to be a new record. Instead of making me want to purchase, I'm afraid it has the opposite effect. Call me a Scrooge, but this year, just like last, I think I'll donate money to charity instead of give presents. Yes, I'll get a tree, and we'll put up the same homemade decorations we've had for years, but I'm going to wait until the last minute to do it, and I'm not buying anything new.
Well, I'll buy some presents for the kids, who've already told me what they want: money. That's the spirit! Done!
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