The Wish Book
I am basically a child of the fifties. And oh! The Christmas memories! Helping to bake the cookies. Decorate the home. Trim the tree. Shopping for gifts. Wrapping those gifts. And telling every department store Santa (in Philadelphia) what I wanted. I never got those things I trusted Santa to bring. But, oh, wasn't it grand to get lost in the pages of the Sears Wish Book! There were boy toys and girl toys. I wanted both. Didn't know why, at the time. I'm a boy, right? I'll settle for the Tonka Toys if I can have an Easy Bake Oven. Somehow I got the Tonka Toy. The Easy Bake. . .? The basic message? Don't be a "sissy." I survived somehow. I still get lost in the pages of catalogs. I still wish for those things I never got. And wish for things that I could have. We all have "sugar plums" dancing in our heads. Isn't it grand, even in our mature years, to still have a "Wish Book?"
It's a wonderful blog, even if once again Scrooge steps in to try to rain on your parade. I'd wish for a Easy Bake Oven too. And quiltguy I remember Gimbels also. Use to be right across the street from Macy's in NYC.
Christmas is the most over rated holiday only to followed by Thanksgiving, Holloween and Easter. All holidays are retail driven and, frankly, offencive. It's another day in the life. I don't even celebrate my birthday...it's just another day...too many people in the world are suffering with no food or shelter yet we all cut down a tree, spend excessive amounts of money to please people who don't give a shit about us, eat way too much food and throw away half of it, and put on fake smiles just to keep peace with those we, on a regular day, would rip apart in a dark alley. December 25th is just that, December 25th.