Banjo Stocking Stuffers
Don’t you hate it when stores release Christmas stuff way before the Christmas season, even before Thanksgiving? If you do, you’re a lot like my wife Angie. If someone sends me an ad or a sales pitch about some special Christmas gift, I respect what they are doing, and, especially with today’s economy, their need to get a jump on Christmas sales when those sales are likely to be the largest percent of their annual volume. That doesn’t mean I like it, it just means that I understand it. Nevertheless when my wife Angie gets one of those, her usual response is to post the ad with one of those little rubberized magnets on the refrigerator as a reminder not to buy a Christmas gift from them. That may sound a little harsh, but here’s what she said to me.
“Shopping is a big part of what Christmas is all about, or at least what it has become—nothing really wrong with that. It’s a big part, but it shouldn’t be the only part. And the biggest part of Christmas gift shopping should be motivated by the giving. When retailers pull out all the stops, displaying most of their Christmas goodies, playing all the hymns and songs in each and every store, all of them with a long line of children waiting to sit on Santa’s lap (and tell him what they want for Christmas), and all of this long before the ‘official’ start of the holidays, it’s nothing more than the start of the shopping season.
“Names are drawn and Christmas gifts are bought, not just for the kids, but for everyone, presents are wrapped, stockings are hung, all this hustle and bustle and commercialization of the season seem a far cry from the simple idea of being together as a family or with friends just to count our blessings. All this flim-flam about trees, and presents, and Santa Claus tends to obscure the marvelous truth about what each person has in his or her own heart and expresses as the gifts of spirit, sharing and warmth. Instead, it’s nothing but beggars beg and spenders spend, drinkers drink and vendors vend, or something like that—however that ancient rhyme goes.
“Then as soon as the 26th rolls around the stores are open with slashed prices to attract more shopping they hope will last until the next season. Then those Christmas gifts are exchanged or returned, gift certificates are redeemed, yadda yadda yadda. The truth about Christmas would come out if you took away all the gifts,” she says. “Stuff the stockings and that would be it. Then we could get a fresh start. Then we could add gifts as a way to show real feeling, or benevolence or as a symbol of God’s gift.” Then she concludes with the question, “Don’t you agree with me, Walker?”
I sidestepped answering her. I can sympathize with my wife Angie’s point of view, and I’ve learned not to argue much with her about a point she feels so strongly about, or any other point come to think of it. Having said that, I see nothing wrong with offering advice to folks who tend to forget that they’ve got to go out and get some Christmas gifts at least by the day before Christmas. It’s just a reminder, it’s not like they’re being sold something, at least not at that time. We all know that stores are going to be selling Christmas trees, lights, ornaments and other Christmas stuff—if they would just not start selling it before Thanksgiving dinner is served.
But these same places sell all kinds of stuff throughout the year that people will be buying daily, not just as Christmas gifts, whether it’s before, during or in some cases after the Christmas season. And I don’t see anything wrong with them telling people not to forget that Christmas is only two or three months away so don’t forget. I don’t mind getting those reminders at all, but not my wife Angie. She’ll grab one up, and on the frig it goes, faster than a mantis can bite off the head of her mate.
I know my wife Angie will likely be reading this at some time or another, and, just as I’ve learned not to argue a point with her, I’ve learned just as well to apologize in advance when I take another view that is different from hers. So here I am, kind of disagreeing and sort of apologizing all in one whack, and I’m not sure I can get by with either, much less both.