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It’s no secret that Christmas isn’t my favorite holiday. Wait, don’t get me wrong. I like Christmas just fine. I love that we’re celebrating the birth of Jesus. But what trips me up—and what I don’t love—is the way our Western values have turned it into a buying free-for-all.
I’m all about a good deal. Hey, I love a good deal. But when someone gets trampled to death when the doors open at Target on Black Friday, what does that say about us? All for saving $50 on a laptop? Every year, my disgust with it grows a little bit more.
I like Thanksgiving. In fact, if I had to choose a favorite, I’d say Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. There’s no obligation to go on a frenzied buying spree, no rushed last-minute shopping, and no long lists of wants from everyone you’re close to. Instead, you make a delicious meal, gather family and friends around you, and you give thanks for all of the blessings you already have in your life. It’s what Christmas used to be about.
So this is why I have no trouble admitting I’m a little bit of a Grinch this time of year. I don’t look forward to the exhausting travel, stringing lights, or putting up the tree. The shopping is more of an obligation than fun. I want to give gifts because I want to give them…not because I’m expected to. I want to celebrate the birth of Jesus, not the birth of the online shopping season and Santa Claus. Part of my lack of excitement probably comes from not having children. The older I get, the harder it is to get excited about it. The presents are really fun for kids, and their joy is part of what makes the season magical. Still, that isn’t the only problem.
Call me old-fashioned, but Christmas just isn’t like it used to be.