What's over? Christmas, that's what. I'm so glad to be able to get back to normal again. We spend way too much money on gift no one really needs or wants. Grocery stores have us buy all the sweets and candy that expand our waist lines, bump up our blood pressure and sugar levels. Yes, we could say no but few of us ever do.
We all feel that if we don't bake and buy till we drop we will not have a proper Christmas. It's a load of commercialism jammed down our throats by companies trying to fatten their bottom line.
Black Friday seems to be loosing some of it's punch with all the online ordering. I hated the idea of having to cut Thanksgiving short to go out and fight the crowds for a bargain I didn't need in the first place. I never did it and I'm happy it's not as popular as it was. I order most of my things on line or use the small local shops.
I have a second theory. I watched a program on a PBS channel last night about the Twelve days of Christmas during Tudor Times, the reign of Henry the Eighth.
England was Catholic at the time and the four weeks before Christmas was Advent. A time for fasting and prayer. Christmas Day set off twelve days of feasting and gift giving. Could it be that the Tudor traditions have carried over into the twenty-first century?
I'm one of the people that suffers from Christmas depression. If I could eliminate the holiday altogether I would. I start out in October happy and enjoying life. By the time Christmas gets here I'm broke, exhausted and thoroughly pissed off with the whole thing.
I can't wait for things to get back to normal. I have a couple projects to finish before Christmas break is over and I start homeschooling my grandson again. I love my normal boring routine.
From the active mind of Brenda M. Spalding