I know, thats a bit scroogey.
Its true, that is how I feel about it. Stressed out people on busy roads and germ filled air planes, packed parking lots with peeps carrying debt ridden credit cards, does not equal joy or magic. The magic comes in January when the credit card balances jump from here to there and money needs to be pulled out of some magician’s hat, and lots of it.
We tried to keep it as low key as possible. I do like it to be fun for children.
While I don’t buy into the myth and religious aspects of the holiday I do enjoy having a tree. The smell, the nostalgia. I decorate it with art that people have given to me and that makes the tree meaningful. Its different, and has its own peculiar beauty.
On this tree see works by Lelainia Lloyd, Diane Moore, Jac Myerscho, Cynjon Noah, Jen Minnis, Horrible Sweet, Shain Erin, Cathy CUllis, Deb Galcik, Lisa Martin, Renee Troy, Shari Enge, Susan Haskell, me, Karenann Young, Carla Naron, Raven, Maripat Doyle Oberg, Junker Jane, Dollygagging, Kerry Kate and others.