Christmas has spun out of control. Even since I was a kid…and it was already commercialized then. Once, centuries ago, Christmas meant that children would receive treats for being good. Sweets or biscuits, that sort of thing. Now every year they not only receive, they pretty much demand and expect, increasingly expensive gizmos. And it doesn’t matter f they’ve been good, bad or indifferent. Your name is mud if you don’t get them what ‘s on that year’s must-have list. Adults too. Everybody wants bigger and brighter and costlier things. Santa isn’t making iPads and flat screen TV’s in his workshop. He’s probably disgusted by the whole spectacle of consumerism.
Christmas has spun out of control. Even since I was a kid…and it was already commercialized then. Once, centuries ago, Christmas meant that children would receive treats for being good. Sweets or biscuits, that sort of thing. Now every year they not only receive, they pretty much demand and expect, increasingly expensive gizmos. And it doesn’t matter f they’ve been good, bad or indifferent. Your name is mud if you don’t get them what ‘s on that year’s must-have list. Adults too. Everybody wants bigger and brighter and costlier things. Santa isn’t making iPads and flat screen TV’s in his workshop. He’s probably disgusted by the whole spectacle of consumerism.