Column: William E. King, Washington Avenue

’Tis the season

Well, its that time again.

Meat, potatoes, gravy, a nap in the afternoon. The beginning of joy and goodness everywhere.

OK, it’s time to read Christmas lists, time to shop for that special something, for that special someone.

Time to go nuts wrapping the gifts you bought for those special people or buying cards to hold those gift cards for those hard to buy for friends and family or counting out the dollar bills for those people you can’t come up with a gift for.

Time to go out in the worst of weather, spending hours staring into a blinding snowstorm, just so you won’t disappoint a baby, who has no idea what’s going on anyway.

Has anyone ever timed a kid unwrapping and setting aside, a gift you spent hours thinking up, and then again picking the right paper, coordinating the proper ribbon, finding the right name tag, plus transporting the said gift halfway across the state and then waiting patiently for the gift receiver to burst with happiness as the amazing gift is finally received …

… Only to find that wondrous gift become discarded as fast as they can grab the next package and repeat the same motions, working the pile of soon to be damaged goodies, down to the carpet and then wondering why there aren’t anymore presents to destroy?

So much for that. Good tidings to all and to all a good night.

What was that well-known expression associated with my old friend Ebenezer Scrooge? Bah _____.

 

William E. King is a member of the Washington Avenue Writers Group.