I'm having breakfast in an inexpensive hotel not far from my little sister's house. Yesterday was a lovely Thanksgiving, with all of my siblings from Seattle to Maine and my fragile, elderly parents. It was a day of cooking and touch football and good wine. And laughter. Much, much laughter.
This morning, the idiot local newscasters are entirely about "Black Friday." Black Friday is retail slang for the day after Thanksgiving, when fat women wearing sweat pants max out their credit cards in an orgy of consumption that is so far from the true meaning of Christmas that it leaves me, literally, with mouth agape. I stare up at the television, unable to believe what I'm seeing. I can't believe people will act this way, especially on camera.
We need to take a moment, early in the Christmas season, to do something we don't usually do until the end of the Christmas season, when it's too late to do us any good.
So, before we lose our minds completely and with hope that this year may be less appalling than last, this.