A few weeks ago I was giving my annual “Grinch gripe” to my wife. It’s a well rehearsed rant about the senseless, arbitrary materialism that has come to be associated with a religious holiday…and has nothing to do with my antisocial leanings or general dislike of shopping. You don’t believe me either, eh?
My wife, Janet, said that I could skip all the mid-winter consumerism if I went to Midnight Mass; being a Grinch and a backslider go hand in hand. I said it was a deal, yet I found myself spending more time in stores this month than I did during the eleven before. We’ll see if there’s a suit hanging in the bedroom when I get home from work….
Update: No Midnight Mass. My wife slipped, hit her head, and has a mild concussion. She’s fine, but we spent the first few hours of Christmas in triage. We’ll see what next year brings….