Holiday Moratorium - Part 1

I think this year really did it for me.  It's been building up in me for quite a while but this year something just snapped.  Like Morgan Freeman's character in Shawshank near the end when he tells the parole board that he just doesn't give a shit anymore about saying what he thinks they want him to say... I've reached the breaking point with the Holidays.  I'm not angry anymore, I'm just plain sick of them.

And I am not a Scrooge.  And I am not alone. More and more people are voicing the same sentiments: Leave Us Alone!!  Please!!  Give Us A Break!!  Even before one holiday ends, the next is being shoved in our faces.  Christmas music is playing during Thanksgiving dinner.  A car bomb that blows up a gramme school in Iraq is playing second fiddle to the Salvation Army being removed from the outside of Target stores.  When the earthquake/tsunami in Asia story was originally reported, it was hardly audible through the din of trembling retailers seeing lower than expected Holiday shopping.  We are inundated with Holiday Madness... and it is taking over our sensibilities and being passed down like a cancer to our kids and their kids after that.

Enough is enough!  But it's not just Christmas and New Years and Hanukkah and Kwanzaa... it's the diamond broaches and chocolate hearts and cards and romantic dinners and pink lingerie for Valentine's Day; it's the red white and blue outfits and flags and Yankee Doodle noodles and fireworks for Independence Day; the ever-so-somber services and retrospective reports for Memorial Day and Veteran's Day, the trumped up marches and TV specials and interviews and bleeding heart liberal remembrances of Labor Day; the rat in the stump for Groundhog Day; the new and improved and concentrated President's Day, pious Martin Luther King's Birthday, washed-down and sanitized Halloween, stuff your face till you can't walk Thanksgiving, and on and on and on. AHHHHH!!!

Part 2 in progress...