Ebenezer Scrooge said every idiot who goes about with “Merry Christmas” on his lips should be boiled in his own pudding. I think he was onto something. At the risk of sacrilege, I sometimes find myself saying the same thing. Oh, that’s not true. I often find myself saying the same thing. The older I get, the more Christmas seems a thing to be endured rather than enjoyed. After 20 minutes of pushing through the holiday crowds at WalMart and listening to people’s inane babblings, the only thing I want for Christmas is a bird flu pandemic. I recently sat in the Palouse Mall and stared at a robotic Mickey Mouse dressed in a Santa suit. There was a time, I mused, that I would have found such a thing fun and festive. Now it just seems tacky and stupid. Take it back to the trailer park/Tom Henderson, Lewiston Tribune. More here.
Question: Do you enjoy Christmas as much today as you did was a kid?