Some very serious events are going on in this world right now, but what is the topic I hear the most when I’m in the stores? Debate over whether people should put up their Christmas decorations before Thanksgiving.
I was shopping last week, and what did I hear on the speaker? “Silver bells, silver bells, it’s Christmas time in the city.” I was a little surprised. I have to admit I am not in the Christmas frame of mind yet.
A woman walked past me, talking to herself: “Christmas? Why are they singing Christmas carols before Thanksgiving? I can’t stand this!”
I wanted to tell her that many stores had their Christmas decorations on the shelves before Halloween, but that would have been cruel.
How things have changed! When I was a kid, in the Dark Ages according to my grandchildren, we didn’t think about Christmas until around mid-December. Then we began to make our list for Santa.
It was a magic time. Santa came on WICY radio in Malone every day and picked a few letters to read. I sat, holding my breath, hoping that he would say, “Well, little Susie wants a walking doll and a tea set.” It was the 1950s. To get either one would have been great. Year after year, until I was about 9, I’d listen for my name, but it never happened.
Being disgusted at not hearing my letter read, I decided I would prove once and for all that Santa wasn’t real. One year my Christmas list included a beautiful pink jewelry box. When I didn’t hear my name on the radio, I started to have my doubts. I poked around my mother’s closet when she was gone, thinking she may just be Santa.