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.
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.