Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Really, how tasty does that sound? And can one toast them without charring? These are the kinds of questions that plague me about holiday music. It all sounds so merry and bright but, how many of us get the pleasure of ride in a one horse open sleigh? Or a two-horse open sleigh for that matter?
We are accused in advertising of commercializing Christmas, but alas, that began eons ago when Santa first appeared as a Coke spokesperson. I won’t even go into the dubious connection of Santa to the birth of Christ; that is for another time, another blog, and mercifully, another blogger. But really, it’s not just advertising that commercializes the season, it’s the news, the schools, your Griswoldian neighbors that glitz up a holiday which is essentially a birthday party. Some may grouse that this holy date has grown to represent, in a secular world, the celebration of friends, family and love. Yet, as Elvis Costello so memorably said, ‘what’s so funny ‘bout peace love and understanding?’
Some say why can’t we celebrate Christmas every day? To that I say, no thanks. There is something special about this time of year, what with a renewed effort to be kind to our fellow passengers on this inexorable, and shared, journey toward death. There is hope and optimism that the new year will be better than the old one. There is time. Time to spend with sons, daughters, aunts, uncles, moms, dads, grams, and grandpaps. Time to time slow down and appreciate the time we have here with each other, time too easily taken for granted. And if everyday were so special, no day would be special.
I have learned to accept the fact that some, nay, many things are, and will forever be, beyond my control. While I will never understand the Bulls at Pamplona approach to Black Friday sales, I will respect the right of those who need to embrace such incomprehensible chaos to do so. I don’t have to agree with them or their motives, for mine are what matter to me.
Commercialism, while distasteful, is here to stay. While I abhor seeing Christmas decorations in Rite Aid in August, almost as egregious to my tastes are the ubiquitous holiday TV specials such as Simon Cowell’s X Factor Xmas. Speaking of which, let’s get the X back in Xmas, shall we?
My solution: address those things that are in one’s power and let the other stuff slide. Personally I will have my hands full doing all I can to avoid a certain Mr. Jack Frost getting anywhere near my nose.


So the little Rorschach designs you see all around? They are QR codes. In an amazing bit of truth in advertising it stands for Quick Response. And it delivers. They are actually known as matrix barcodes. Just snap one with your phone’s camera (using a QR app of course) and then lo and behold, you are directed to a destination point, website, Twitter feed, YouTube channel, etc. for any one of a bazillion purposes: find out more about that wine you’re drinking right now, access discount coupons, find local retailers for your favorite goat cheese. It’s called hard linking by the way, this method of connecting the physical world to the ether universe.

