Forgive me, I don’t mean to be judgmental, but…
Christmas is Dec. 25, so you can imagine my shock when Halloween was closing in on its last days and I spotted red and green Hershey Kisses and poinsettia paper plates in a supermarket. They were clearly nudging the glow-lights, hobgoblins and jack-o-lantern remnants right off the shelves. What gives? I said.
And as I sat in my house most of the afternoon, today, a beautiful evergreen appeared in my living room. Is it a Christmas tree? I don’t think so, it’s too early. It’s a spruce of some kind.
However, I can’t be fooled by helpful relatives or anxious retailers who set the scene earlier and earlier and inspire us to spend money on gifts and goodies before Black Friday. And they were selling trees before Thanksgiving on balmy days. It didn’t seem right.
Do you think it would be better to wait and anticipate the holidays? The pot will be sweeter. But, no, we’re in an instant gratification century and it’s not easy to wait. It’s painful. It’s unstoppable.
Nevertheless, like everyone else, I love the holiday lights, candles, greens, the smells and sounds of this season–but I can wait until, say, Christmas week. Keep the tree out back a little longer.
Meanwhile, speaking of the hurry-up crowd, here’s another example. Remember when you had to wait nine months to find out if the baby was a girl or boy? Why wait, today’s about-to-be parents say, considering the convenience of knowing. Still, it reflects life- style and a certain lack of patience to wait for anything.
Well, that’s not me; I’m a hold-out in the waiting game, like a kid from yesteryear. I love a surprise.