Don’t Kill My Christmas Buzz
It’s not cool to be giddy about Christmas and the holidays.
I get it.
I’ve already confessed that the shopping gives me a buzz,
as do the white twinkle lights…
And the tree smell,
And the carols,
And just the general festive energy.
But I get THOSE looks from THOSE people,
the ones that want me to put a lid on my joy.
It is ridiculous, and frivolous,
And it makes them uncomfortable.
But why should I?!
Why should any of us let others dictate our happiness level.
I get that the whole commercialization of Christmas
has gotten insanely out of hand.
I can’t help but smile when I see whole families in those awful
Kids on Santa’s lap at the mall,
The gorgeous, giant tree at the Grove,
houses with lights,
there’s one at the end of our block that looks like Christmas barfed lights and reindeer all over it, and damn it, I still smile when I come around the corner!
The store windows get me too!
I have several friends who put great thought and immense creativity
in their store windows, so I know what goes into those mini masterpieces.
The ones in NY take the cake, but take a walk down LaCienega,
or Melrose, or even in (gasp) Beverly Hills.
They make my mouth drop in wonder and amazement,
Then I look next to me and there’s a little kid, with a peppermint candy stuck in his hair, holding his grandmas hand, with his mouth agape too.
I can see our reflections, and I want to burst out laughing…
Just as a pinched face lady briskly walks by, not even turning to look,
but shaking her head just the same.
Don’t be our buzz kill!
Don’t dictate and judge our joy!
Have a peppermint candy.