The Santa Clause
Nov. 10th, 2005 11:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kigsAh, lovely November.
The time of the year where Pumpkin pies become a form of currency. The time of the year which has given birth to things such as, "November Rain" by Guns and Roses, that awesome red color that large leaves turn into when they fall off of trees, and an excuse to wear that ridiculous jacket that you never wanted but for some reason received last Christmas.
Yet, every year, there is something dirty in the air as November rears its head. Even while I'm still recovering from the recent Halloween festivities; before the jack-o-lanterns have caved in and the hangover has quite dissapeared, there are already FUCKING Xmas decorations in the stores. Turkey day hasn't even happened yet and Santa is already shoving his plump face into my range of vision at every possibile opportunity.
I love Christmas. Behind Halloween, it is my 2nd favorite holiday of the year. It's a day when family values, good food, good drink, and a good time seem to seep into everyone's soul and make them be uncharacteristically grateful for everything they have. I even try and go caroling, for what it's worth. So, why is it that only 24 hours after I take off my Dr.Jeckyl and Mr.Hyde outfit, I get a faceful of Santa's booze-reeking beard everytime I go shopping? What the hell does buying a $300 remote controlled mechanical light-up santa with electric "Ho-ho-ho" voice have to do with spending time with your family?
Now, this may all seem rather blown out of proportion. After all, as a business man, I understand that the only reason these things get put into stores is because people buy them. If no one wanted to buy a dancing Reindeer on November 1st, Target wouldn't stock dancing Reindeer on November 1st. So, here's my question: Who the hell is buying this crap? Do people decorate for Christmas this far in advance? Am I just ignorant of this?
Someone help me out here.
~Kigs
The time of the year where Pumpkin pies become a form of currency. The time of the year which has given birth to things such as, "November Rain" by Guns and Roses, that awesome red color that large leaves turn into when they fall off of trees, and an excuse to wear that ridiculous jacket that you never wanted but for some reason received last Christmas.
Yet, every year, there is something dirty in the air as November rears its head. Even while I'm still recovering from the recent Halloween festivities; before the jack-o-lanterns have caved in and the hangover has quite dissapeared, there are already FUCKING Xmas decorations in the stores. Turkey day hasn't even happened yet and Santa is already shoving his plump face into my range of vision at every possibile opportunity.
I love Christmas. Behind Halloween, it is my 2nd favorite holiday of the year. It's a day when family values, good food, good drink, and a good time seem to seep into everyone's soul and make them be uncharacteristically grateful for everything they have. I even try and go caroling, for what it's worth. So, why is it that only 24 hours after I take off my Dr.Jeckyl and Mr.Hyde outfit, I get a faceful of Santa's booze-reeking beard everytime I go shopping? What the hell does buying a $300 remote controlled mechanical light-up santa with electric "Ho-ho-ho" voice have to do with spending time with your family?
Now, this may all seem rather blown out of proportion. After all, as a business man, I understand that the only reason these things get put into stores is because people buy them. If no one wanted to buy a dancing Reindeer on November 1st, Target wouldn't stock dancing Reindeer on November 1st. So, here's my question: Who the hell is buying this crap? Do people decorate for Christmas this far in advance? Am I just ignorant of this?
Someone help me out here.
~Kigs
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Date: 2005-11-10 07:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-10 08:01 pm (UTC)I entirely forgot about the bored housewife variable. *Strokes chin fuzz*
Now the question is, are all these out of place holiday monstrocities solely the fault of the housewives?