It’s that time of year.
Inescapable weeks between pumpkin carving and champagne cork popping, when I take on the task of sharing my thoughts on The Santa Conspiracy, A.K.A. Christmas (and quite possibly the catchy title for my upcoming, soon to be published, NYT #1 novel).
Don’t call me The Grinch
to my face. I respect and rejoice in all that December 25th represents; I simply despise the crafty commercialism of Christmas.
I am old enough to remember Talking Elmo and the Cabbage Patch craze from the 80’s . Proof of profit in the name of ‘Christmas magic.’ My therapist tells me my strong feelings are often rooted in such traumatic holiday stress.
So, as the end of an era in Target commercials nears, midnight madness shopping sprees slow, and maxed-out credit cards loom, I realize that I have just about completed the timely task of spreading holiday cheer / sharing my reality of Santa.
I am now off to tackle the tooth fairy.
Taking on this tooth-toting character is a yearlong, tiring, daily soapbox to tackle.
I looked for data to support my campaign. Can you imagine how pleased I was when I came across the following article in The New York Times?
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