Already it seems like Thanksgiving was 300 days ago and that Christmas is in 3 days. It’s sad really. What happened to the time when we couldn’t wait for Christmas to come? When the anticipation for the tree and gifts and feast seemed too much to bear? Would we make it? Now all of that wonder has been replaced by stress, anxiety and packed malls. But here is my theory. Time is not moving faster. Try wrapping your mind around that one! But seriously….information is moving faster not time.
Ads are everywhere. It seems that Christmas trees are in the stores on July 5th and out of the store on Dec 20th, that fruitcakes have gone the way of the dodo (not that anyone misses THAT tradition) and that instead of the thought you put into gifts what really matters is the price. But I digress…five years ago there were no phones with ads on them, no video billboards on (and IN) cabs and we were all a little happier. So in the spirit of recapturing the childhood joy of Christmases past (and in honor of a Dr. Seuss themed baby shower over the weekend), here is my view of the ad infestation…
I will not view them on a train
I despise to see them in a plane.
I will not have them on my cell.
I wish they all would go to hell.
I mute commercials all the time,
to make every politician be a mime.
I would rather ride a bucking bronco
Than see one more Lexus with a bow.
I’d rather have back my Christmas cheer
Than stand in line for Uggs footwear
I miss when Santa did exist
cuz now traditions are dismissed.
To these feelings I hold steadfast
Oh how I miss Christmases past…
