I don’t think I’ve ever had the Christmas spirit. All the songs, the cheer and the shiny lights never appealed to me. I’ve been called a Grinch more than once. When I was younger, I would obnoxiously point out that Christmas traditions are all cribbed from ancient pagan rituals. Or that it’s not even the birth of Christ—Jesus was actually born in spring when we celebrate Easter. Now I just try to avoid the holiday entirely.
At this point it’s trite to point out the empty consumerism Christmas. We know already that we are being manipulated by corporate behavior therapists to convince us to show love by shopping. Still, everyone else seems to be able to let go and have a good time. Why can’t you just have fun, Isaac?
Maybe I should just surrender to the unconscious bliss of Yuletide joy. But how to melt the ice around my cold heart? A friend told me I should check out the Christmas Lights Display at the Cedar Hollow subdevelopment off Fruitville and Honore. It’s a sight to behold, he told me…