--- [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: > I'm already sick of Christmas and it ain't even > December yet. >
ME TOO! All you ever hear on the radio is ads for shopping, shopping, shopping! It's all about getting gifts for "everyone on your list". I'm sick of it, I tells ya, sick of it! My son has a paper route and I help him with it. Of course, I get half the money too; I'm nobody's fool - and I get the exercise of walking around, up and down steps, and hoisting bales of paper. It's a community newspaper provided free - because it's paid for by advertising. We deliver Wednesdays, Fridays, and "weekends", i.e., anytime between Saturday afternoon and Sunday 9 a.m. My point, and I do have on (thank you, Ellen, I love that line) is that the Friday paper is always humungous because of all the advertising inserts. We have to put these things together, then deliver them. It took about two hours to put them together last evening - because there were 20 inserts - all flyers and catalogues and so on for stores, and because Christmas is coming, these inserts and bigger than ever. I swear, these papers, by the time they were put together, must have weighed a kilogram each. You couldn't carry more than five without feeling like you were going to die. Fortunately we get paid by the insert, but it's less than minimum wage when you work it out, and I look upon it, from my point of view, as a combination of my getting a three-times a week workout, for which I get paid; plus some "quality time" with my son. Excuse my rant but what is WRONG with us? I'd like to have a Christmas where people just get together and enjoy each other's company, eat like pigs, but none of this "gift" stuff. I swear I heard someone use the word "gifting" the other day, as in, "Shop here for all your gifting needs." I wanted to throw up. Not only are we crass and commercial but now we're messin' with the English language again. I'd like to go back to hand-made gifts (like Peanut Jesuses, for example ;)) or giving people something you already own that you think they'd like (like maybe last years socks?) Yeah, that's it - every year, we could trade socks and underwear with other people. This might give a whole new meaning to Boxing Day, which would become Boxer Day. When the kids are grown, I'm becoming a hermit. I'm looking for a nice cave (with indoor plumbing, heating and air conditioning and so on) far away from the madding crowd. ===== Catherine Toronto ______________________________________________________________________ Post your free ad now! http://personals.yahoo.ca
