The Gift of Death
What a pity that the birth of Christ (if you believe in it) and the celebration of the winter solstice has degenerated into a compulsive need to 'get ready' by buying a load of rubbish that won't make us happy.
On a personal note, I lament the commercial drive to make people panic (apparently Christmas shooping was traditionally carried out on Christmas Eve) and I see no need to put up decorations before the 24th December nor to remove these decorations before Twelfth Night (5th January) has passed.
Why the need for ridiculous amounts of consumption? Ignore the environmental impact and we still have to work flat out to make this level of consumption possible. Pity the shopworker who has so much work to do on wages that are a national living disgrace, and the plumber who needs to fit in jobs before Christmas because that's when everyone wants things done by.
The treadmill of happiness:
work more-->spend more (to compensate for having to work more)-->earn more
and keep going round - happiness is just around the corner!
What is wrong with just having a couple of days off and spending a day with friends or family without this counterproductive drive to make it a success?