No, I'm not talking about all the current flock of politicians.
It's those garish Christmas inflatables that are still being displayed long past their prime. These bloated intrusions on our landscape include the ubiquitous Santa, his elves, reindeer, penguins and polar bears. Ranging from about 4 feet to more than 20 feet tall, they also depict cartoon characters like Mickey Mouse, Snoopy and Elmo. And a more current inflatable rage seems to be snow globes and revolving carousels.
I hate these gassy excuses for Christmas cheer. I hate them during the day when they go flat like big ugly pancakes on lawns and porches all over the place. And I hate them even more at night when they blow, glow and gloat with a trashy confidence that's positively scary.
And that's just one part of Christmas that I've come to hate. Here are some others:
Christmas Santa runs: Beer-belied guzzlers (0f both sexes!) dressed as Santa and running from bar-to-bar trying to get soused ASAP? Nah, not my idea of fun and a menace to the public health, safety and welfare.
"My Favorite Things." I don't know who decided that this Rodgers and Hammerstein ditty from the saccharine "Sound of Music" might be a Christmas song, but whoever it was has now inflicted raindrops on roses and cream-colored ponies on us for the rest of our lives. As much as I try, I can't discern the connection between wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings and Christmas. In fact, this song is dumb and tiresome any time of the year.
Taking your dog to see Santa. Who concocted this numbskull notion? Probably some mall marketing director. Dogs don't want to see Santa. Dogs don't care about Christmas. And Santa doesn't particularly want to see dogs, either. What's more, he doesn't want to have his picture taken with your pet. He's got enough problems lifting bratty little kids onto his lap without worrying about an Irish setter. Throw the dogs a bone and leave them home, please!
"My Favorite Things." I don't know who decided that this Rodgers and Hammerstein ditty from the saccharine "Sound of Music" might be a Christmas song, but whoever it was has now inflicted raindrops on roses and cream-colored ponies on us for the rest of our lives. As much as I try, I can't discern the connection between wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings and Christmas. In fact, this song is dumb and tiresome any time of the year.
Taking your dog to see Santa. Who concocted this numbskull notion? Probably some mall marketing director. Dogs don't want to see Santa. Dogs don't care about Christmas. And Santa doesn't particularly want to see dogs, either. What's more, he doesn't want to have his picture taken with your pet. He's got enough problems lifting bratty little kids onto his lap without worrying about an Irish setter. Throw the dogs a bone and leave them home, please!
Antlers on your car, SUV, kiddy stroller or dog. Ugh!
Season's Greetings & Happy Holidays. These two sanitized sentiments (and similar salutations of the season) mean absolutely nothing to me. It's like saying, "Have a nice day."
And as someone who actually celebrates Christmas as the day of Jesus' birth, I resent having the holiday dismissed as some passing seasonal afterthought. Everybody knows what Christmas is. Even people who don't celebrate it understand the basic meaning of the holiday.
So, go ahead - smile and say "Merry Christmas." You'll feel better.
Season's Greetings & Happy Holidays. These two sanitized sentiments (and similar salutations of the season) mean absolutely nothing to me. It's like saying, "Have a nice day."
And as someone who actually celebrates Christmas as the day of Jesus' birth, I resent having the holiday dismissed as some passing seasonal afterthought. Everybody knows what Christmas is. Even people who don't celebrate it understand the basic meaning of the holiday.
So, go ahead - smile and say "Merry Christmas." You'll feel better.
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