Tis the season to be jolly
‘Tis the season. ‘Tis the season when we deck the halls with boughs of marketing, and it’s not even winter. It’s still fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-fall. (Sorry). It’s easy to be a Scrouge about the whole deal and blame it on our runaway capitalistic spirit, but that’s not really what’s going down during the Christmas season. ‘Tis the season of American culture. We can’t claim French fries, hotdogs, or hamburgers, and I have a sneaking suspicion that apple pie isn’t as red, white and blue as we’d like to think. That leaves us with baseball and the Christmas shopping season.
You see, American culture is about diversity, Just as you can find a Puerto Rican on 2nd and a Samoan playing shortstop, you can find an African-American Santa right across the aisle from his Caucasion counterpart. Menorahs and wreaths share warehouse space without religious disputes. Mirth becomes an acceptable synonym for happiness. It is a wonderful time of diversity, acceptance, and tickle-me Elmos. It is a time that fills my heart with mirth.
Of course, there is a downside. No one cares about Thanksgiving anymore. Schoolchildren have stopped drawing hand-turkeys and pilgrims are confused with nuns,
Families are replacing turkey with ham and to be frank, the turkey’s feelings are a little hurt.
So, Christmas enthusiasts, shop this holiday season with confidence, but take the effort to respect the turkey. It is Thanksgiving after all, save the ham for Christmas.