Behold: Christmas Trees & Palm Trees

I was in a certain home improvement warehouse which shall remain nameless, except that it was the opposite of High’s.  Now that’s  cryptic.  

Nevertheless, I was in this store on September 27 and came across their Pre-Halloween Christmas Display, which left my consumer mind in a whirl of seasonal confusion.  Here we are, sunny and nearly 80 degrees in beautiful south-central Michigan, and it’s a magnificent celebration of the North-Pole.  I loved the juxtaposition.  So I entered into dialogue with an aproned employee that I shall recount now:

me: (beholding Christmas in September) Wow.

apron: Sir?

me: Christmas.  I mean… Christmas! (bold indicates happy shouting)

apron: (befuddled and apologetic) yes, Christmas.

me: I Love Christmas.  

apron: See, Roger (I don’t think she was talking to me, since my name doesn’t even rhyme with Roger), someone likes it.

me: You mean…

apron: Not everyone likes it. 

me: Well, I Love it.  And I’m going to take a picture while you’re not looking.  

Okay, I didn’t say the last sentence out loud, because I have learned the hard way that most corporate retail entities do NOT want you taking pictures in their store.  Don’t ask me why, unless you really, really want to.  So I took a picture of this juxtaposition that I am still celebrating — Christmas & Summer.  If you look close, you’ll notice potted palm trees in the distance, which is where they should be in September if you ask me.  Which you didn’t, and for which I hope you’ll forgive me. 

I believe, oh blog reader, that this tells us a few things about the world. If I may ponder…

I love Christmas because I know what it means for my existence. The twinkling lights are cool, but what’s better is the object — the Person — to which they point.