Commercialized Christmas! December 18, 2006
Posted by Bob in Jesus.trackback
It seems each year businesses put out their Christmas merchandise, etc. earlier than the year before. Of course I guess they wouldn’t do it, if we didn’t buy any of it. Perhaps if the “deals” they offer at Christmas were done at other times, the frenzy at Christmas would be less so. Is it all about the dollar? I guess if it is, then we should do what we can to spend as little as possible, or at least get as much as possible for our dollar. As I have gotten older, I have become more aware of the commercialization of Christmas, and have grown to resent it more and more. I believe the commercialization of Christmas is actually a part of the commercialization of life in general. I know many, many businesses depend on this time of year, and the success of it can determine if they have a successful year or not, and I can appreciate that. But, we should remember it is Christmas, and better yet, it is CHRISTmas. Let us do what we can to not turn it into a Moneymas, or just a plain old mess.
I agree with you in your context about the commercalized christmas.
I liked what you ‘ve said about Moneymas and CHRISTmas. People sometimes confuse the meaning of Christmas as a such and that’s why this commercial site of it often becomes really difficult to handle.
25 Shopping Days Left, by Al Brum
People walked by with bags in their hands.
They looked; they smiled, as they continued on.
Something in the window they wish they had,
and a child yelled Mommy it’s Santa Claus.
There’s a special expression on this child’s face,
surrounded by garland, glitter, and lights.
I can remember when I was his age.
The world was much bigger back in those days.
He walked so slowly, not sure of his line,
sat on the lap of this jolly old man.
All of my reindeer’s names the child was asked.
Peter, Paul, Jude, Thomas, Matthew, I thought.
Twenty five shopping days left, I had read.
Season’s Greetings and A Happy New Year,
Our Best Wishes this Winter Holiday.
But I did not read, Jesus was his name.
Walking around with a gift on my mind,
I saw snowmen, venders, and carolers.
Reindeers with Santa, gift wrappers, and lines.
But I did not see the little baby.
New clothes to wear on Christmas day.
A gift for Mom and another for Dad.
A drink at the Office Party, I heard.
But I did not hear a savior was born.
The lights are dimming. The doors are closing.
I left the mall asking, where was Christ.
I think of my children, my wife, my life,
and accept he was there all that time.