Clean Slate
Thursday, December 21
groundhog days
When the holiday season kicks in, I usually go into a state of denial. I refuse to believe that, once again, the infernal Christmas Machine has caught me in its headlights.
It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't feel like it's the same mad rush all over again with no other point than to use up the year's vacation leave to go somewhere and do something with family -- as if this couldn't be done any other time of the year.
The older I get, the more I feel that Christmas is just a convenient way for most people to pencil in the spirit of giving and celebration in their hectic lives, freeing them up to ignore their loved ones for the rest of the year.
Christmas sprinkled throughout the whole year would be wonderful. Everyone would go around, cheerful and charitable. It would be heaven on earth. But crammed into a few weeks, it's hell like Dante could never have imagined.
It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't feel like it's the same mad rush all over again with no other point than to use up the year's vacation leave to go somewhere and do something with family -- as if this couldn't be done any other time of the year.
The older I get, the more I feel that Christmas is just a convenient way for most people to pencil in the spirit of giving and celebration in their hectic lives, freeing them up to ignore their loved ones for the rest of the year.
Christmas sprinkled throughout the whole year would be wonderful. Everyone would go around, cheerful and charitable. It would be heaven on earth. But crammed into a few weeks, it's hell like Dante could never have imagined.
posted by neva, 5:27 PM
