If Everyone Is Shopping!?

A poignant holiday ad would be the arrival of the son, home from Afghanistan. A surprised mom cries as she hugs him tightly. Dad can barely contain his joy and pride as he too hugs his son. One by one the younger siblings run down the stairs and wrap themselves around him. Finally, his ailing dog walks slowly into the room, stretches out at the feet of his master, and sighs. If it’s not an ad, it should be!

Unfortunately, as shopping on Thanksgiving Thursday, Christmas Sunday and Easter Friday seduces this country, a very different ad is in the can, waiting for next year. The camera will pan the traditional foods from turkey to sweets, gravy and dressing. However, instead of the family passing plates and shouting over one another, a strange quiet will prevail. Uncharacteristically, the seats for mom, Aunts Gertie, Sonja, Harriet, Grace and dedicated driver, Uncle Harry, are empty. They have left this note:

We are shopping the sales. Hope you enjoy the food. Glad you could join us!”

In addition to the spiritual aspects, I always felt that Christmas, Thanksgiving and Easter were also important for families, as we are drawn home and renew our ties with the clan. It strengthens family unity. Even the liberal, left-leaning, non-sectarian media will say, with understanding of its significance, “Our military will be home for Christmas.”

Unfortunately, the greedy merchants pretend they can’t eke out enough profits on the weeks before Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter, so they are enticing the mad-hatters to leave their holiday dinner to save a few dollars.

What you have is one more attempt at the secularizing of America!

I love the holidays!  I love family, excitement, good cheer, fellowship, food and the re-enactment of Christ’s birth in Sunday’s gospel. I treasure putting the Crèche together, as I reminisce about all the years before. I like tinsel, even if I am still finding it in June. I welcome decorated stores, front lawns and living rooms. I sing along with Christmas music. I appreciate the smell of greenery in a cold house on Christmas morning. And, now that I have a three grandchildren, I will again see the magic through the eyes of a child.

We put up trees, hang wreaths, and decorate our homes to look like a Charles Dickens village, hopefully to regain the nostalgia of Christmas past. We have braved traffic jams and slogged through icy weather to be together? We pay exorbitant airline fees to fly our family all over the country to be together. We are so sentimental in this country, we even raise money and give gifts to people we don’t know so their day is special. It brings out our collective humanities

If it wasn’t for the nostalgia of being together as a family, why would we go home for the holidays? And, yet, some people are opting to shop.

There is a not-so-subtle attempt among the nihilists to reduce all the holidays to shopping sprees. The media panders to the basest, most politically correct denominator in society, which removes every drop of civility, respect for life, and spirituality.

Think long and hard before shop keepers beguile you into taking the Thanks out of giving; Christ out of Christmas; and, Good Friday out of Easter. Remember, any spiritually devoid existentialists, agnostics, atheists, and ACLU’s support this exclusion. They would shrink any celebration to abject PC-ness until we were only allowed to greet one another on Punxsutawney Phil Day! Well, that is until PETA gets into the act.

Understand, without any respect for family, tradition, and belief in something greater than ourselves, society and the country deteriorates.