Sometimes I wonder what Christmas is even about any more.
It used to be a magical time.
You’d go out with your family to chop down a tree.
It’d be propped up in the living room and decorated with forgotten objects from a box that had been nearly lost in the basement.
You’d sneak presents under the tree, then wait with giggly anticipation for the recipients to find them and wonder about their contents.
Then you’d wake up one morning and some plump stranger had snuck into your house in the middle of the night and eaten your cookies.
Of course, this stranger has also found hours of spare time to set up some insanely complicated toys at the foot of the tree.
(How did he manage that? There are millions of kids in the world!)
It all changed for me one year back in the 90s. I recall watching grown-ups wrestle over the last Tickle-Me Elmo on the floor of a department store. Continue reading