This holiday season has failed me. December is here and I have yet to feel the familiar tummy gurglings of seasonal excitement.I even drove through the “fancy people” neighborhoods, hoping to get those magical shivers from luxury gaudiness. No luck. Can it be that I have lost my wide-eyed whimsy?
On Monday last week, I was feeling particularly limp, unexcitable, and other gross E.D. adjectives, so I got cozy on the couch in my paint-spattered sweatpants and cynicism to channel surf. I was hoping to find any episode of How I Met Your Mother that I haven’t seen thousands of times, but instead discovered my solution. A Target commercial blasted through the speakers into my fragile earholes, electric guitar riffs breathed life into a familiar christmas carol, the bass tingled down to my toes and saved me! Invigorated I hopped off the couch and flew out the door, forgetting that I was braless, shoeless and pennyless, to start frantic christmas shopping! Gotta love those clever marketing skills and innate consumeristic tendencies!
Happy Holidays Everyone!