True confession time.

For years I felt (or thought I felt) the same way as Morticia, but a long while back I either changed my mind or suffered an attack of honesty with myself, or maybe my brain just finally melted. Anyway, I finally admitted that I LOVE the unbearably crass, super-commercial, over-hyped XMAS modern merchadising has produced! I was a greedy materialistic kid and the favorite nephew of people with extra money who weren't afraid to spend it. I have a storehouse of great Christmas memories, not a one of which is the least bit uplifting or spritiual or worthy of a touching short story. I still remember the year I got the BIGGEST Erector Set ever made and built the 6' Parachute Drop. I loved shopping for my kid before she grew up, moved away, and got married. I loved going to Toys-R-Us and buying her all the stuff I would've lusted for when I was her age. I still love going to the biggest mall in the area when the crowds are thickest.

Just a reminder, the bottom line is truly about buying, BUT at least it is for someone else.

Ah, I feel better now.

I have been expertly brainwashed, conditioned, tweaked and prodded. Pray for me.