I am forced to make a confession, without benefit of priest or rabbi. In July I refused to do this and now in December I can’t imagine not doing it at least once or more a day. I have surrendered my soul to the Hallmark Channel
and am now addicted to Christmas movies. I love the tinsel, the trees, the stars on the top, the gifts underneath and the promise of true love and happily ever after.
Every couple has a problem with jobs or past history or where each lives. They seem to begin with insurmountable problems and yet within two hours and a ton of commercials they embrace for a forever future of happiness and romance.
There is clearly no reality and only a double dose of fantasy but I’d like to order a wheel barrel full for under my non existent Chanukah bush.
Most mornings I wake up and marvel that my electric toothbrush still works. I have a history of supporting Duracell batteries and buying only duds. Hallmark reaches out and touches me with fairy tale possibilities and for that I am truly grateful.
The big question is what in the world do I do after December 25?
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