Here at BoomerCafé, we think you will relate to our Ranter-In-Residence, Maryland’s Carrier Slocomb, author of The Great Great Blue, when he says he’s going crazy about the holidays … and not in a good way.
Is it unworthy to say that I’ve grown ambivalent about the holidays? After all, hype merchants go way overboard as they vie for every last penny in our combined accounts. I’m honest when I say that the two of us feel targeted, creeped-out like deer during hunting season, which is happening now too.
Pump your fists if you feel that Halloween is no time to start hanging your town’s greenery and stringing the community Christmas lights?
I don’t demand that we grab our bullhorns and head to the malls to turn the herds around mind you, but isn’t it evident that one special day has hijacked sixty days -– twenty percent of our year?
Why, it’s like a man with a six-shooter holding all sixty of us hostage. Yeah, that’s where Christmas is.
Forgive me if I rant; it’s just that I remember a time when Halloween stood apart from Thanksgiving, and Christmas followed them both. It was a time of natural progressions, timed to the seasons and the clock change.
The harvest was over, leaves were coming down. Winter was around the corner and the trees were bare. Snow was on the ground and houses and street lights, store-fronts and malls were brightly lit and dressed. That’s how it went. One foot followed another, from sandal, to shoe, to boot.
Now it’s common to see front porches with pumpkins decaying on the steps, a ten-foot blow-up gobbler leaning in the wind, and icicle lights blazing from the gutters and gables, all on the same house.
Who’s responsible for stuffing our three best holidays in the blender? We have concern. We’d like to know …