One of my favorite shows each season is “A Charlie Brown Christmas“. Despite being nearly 50 years old, it still captures our nation’s fixation on stuff. Though repeated every year, the clear message is seldom heard. Linus and the gang invite us to recall the true purpose of Christmas and forsake Black Friday, Cyber Monday, Spending Saturday, etc. The true meaning of Christmas isn’t the aluminum tree, or the show, or the money, or the gifts. The true meaning is found in the simple story of love and life, given to us in a form of a baby.
But we do it over and over again. I did it this weekend. I became angry with the manager during a call to customer service. He informed me that, despite my opinion and the fact that they could not service the customer, they provide excellent customer service. He said it was in the definition. I lost it.
I did it when I called around to find that one special gift and then jumped in my car to race to the store and snatch my prize, the last one in the store.
I did it when I ordered frantically on-line to ensure that my items would be here in time for Christmas day.
Linus told me. Charlie begged me. Lucy scolded me. But I never listen.