I have been wanting to write this post for a while now, but have hesitated. I am sure it will be internally controversial and will seem to contradict itself at the end, but what can I say? If you don’t like it say so, but be kind, please
Now that the premise is over I shall continue.
While I was living in Italy, I noticed that every year the Christmas advertisements came earlier and earlier, but it was still within what I would call a reasonable amount of time, say early-mid November, right when I was starting to think about Christmas gifts and all that, having to battle with the Italian postal system for the sending of said gifts.
Then I moved to the UK and in many ways it has been like moving back to Canada. Not that I’m complaining, but…. oh the commercialism! I started seeing Christmas decorations in stores at the beginning of OCTOBER! I mean, we should have been counting down to Halloween, not Christmas! The first Christmas commercials began to appear on TV the day of Halloween and now it is just one thing after another, coming at me from all sides, from all media: TV, radio, stores, emails, Facebook, Twitter, random ads popping up when all I want to do is read a newspaper article. Everywhere. BUY ME! I’m cheap! How about something from me? I’m unique!
And now I know that people have been going on and on about the loss of Christmas spirit and all that, and in some respects it’s true. Gifts have always been a big part of Christmas though, from the very first Christmas there was an exchange, one gift for another gift. We still do that, and people have always hawked their goods, competing with each other and vying for each other’s attention. It’s just that we weren’t inundated from morning to night through all the media outlets that we have now.
And the problem is that everyone is clamouring for your attention – including me. Oh yes, add me to the pile of advertisers. Why not? Although I must confess that I discreetly waited for it to be nearly the end of November before I started hawking my goods Yes, on this blog, if you look to the side, you can see all these fancy badges linking to my book, my photography, my fan pages and all my social media. And on all of those I have been making kind suggestions as to what might make a good stocking stuffer (my book is small I swear!) or a nice lovely gift for the photography lover (prints at competitive prices!). I even posted new prints right before writing this post. And, yes I will also ask if anyone is interested in helping me make a bit of money – because I need it (baby on the way, one paycheque, fear and terror…).
And so do so many others.
I guess what the whole point of this long and rambling post is, is that I just feel overloaded, and suffocated. Because I feel like I have been attacked on all sides, and I feel guilty for adding to the chaos, but I find myself forced to, because we all need to make a living somehow. Which is not to say that I have lost the spirit of Christmas. I love Christmas. I love the carols, the ice skating, the crafts and the decorating. The cooking and the eating and the being together. And the most important gift of all – love. Something no amount of advertising will manage to replace.
So, umm did any of this make sense?