Donner and Blitzen would make good venison
Did you ever meet somebody this time of year and then think or say, “man, what a Scrooge.”
Well, look no further because this year I am the poster child for all things Scrooge.
There will be no Christmas music around the office or the house, at least not loud enough that it can be heard. There will be no tree, no lights, and there will definitely not be any Christmas cheer.
All of those years of putting up a tree and then loading it up with a bunch of presents for the kids are gone. The kids are grown up now and if they want to have a big tree, then they can put one up at their house. One of my kids already has hers up and it is loaded with presents. Bah humbug.
It would be great to see Santa and all of his reindeer though. Donner and Blitzen would make some good venison.
This year goes much farther than my usual disdain for the over commercialized holiday we call Christmas. It is much more than the hatred for the annoying commercials that start before Thanksgiving, the Black Friday shopping that starts a week before and carries over a week after, and the constant drone of sale ads. I mean, come on, the commercial with the stupid kisses playing bells started before Thanksgiving.
No, this year is much worse.
This year we can add to the list the idiocy of people protesting traditional Christmas songs because they are offensive or have some ominous, hidden meaning. There have been protests about Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, because the deer were mean to poor Rudolph and censored him based solely on his outward appearance. Even his parents are deemed to be hateful and abusive.
Then there is the protest of the classic, “Baby, It’s Cold Outside,” because its lyrics are predatory and demeaning towards women.
I mean, I am just done with political correctness and all of the whiney-babies in our society today that take everything personally and care more about the plight of the three-toed, brown-spotted tree lizard than they do the thousands upon thousands of homeless and indigent people in our country today.
Three words…Get A Life!
But wait, there is more. There are two sides to every coin.
Then there are those on the other side who get their drawers in a bunch over things like using an X or saying Happy Holidays instead of Merry Christmas, and then constantly reinforce their view that Jesus is the Reason for the Season.
Duh, and again I say, Duh!
We live smack dab in a little, old thing called the Bible Belt and it is a pretty sure thing that most folks in these parts are aware of the fact that the reason we celebrate Christmas is to honor the symbolic day of the birth of Jesus.
As the saying goes, it does not take a rocket scientist to figure out that most of us folks here in the South celebrate the holiday because of the story of the baby born in the manger, the three wise men, the star in the sky, and angels we have heard on high.
We know it. We get it. I personally do not need a daily reminder that we celebrate December 25 every year because our Savior was born of a virgin so that He could give His life later on for my sins, and yours.
So, to clarify, I plan to find me a cave and go hide in it until December 26 and miss all of these unnecessary trappings of an overbaked holiday. Come wake me up when the radio stations stop playing Silent Night and Grandma Got runover by a Reindeer. I suggest we all do this in 2018 and maybe, just maybe, Christmas will go away for good.
Are you with me?
(shhhhhhhh. Okay, I escaped. The Grinch had been holding me hostage and he forced me to say everything that was said above. It wasn’t really me, I promise. Wink)