Christmas in OctoberBy Wade Kwon
Because my travel schedule is so topsy-turvy these days, Iâ€™m having to plan ahead on the most basic things. Grocery shopping. Laundry. Christmas cards and gifts.
Itâ€™s Christmas in October, and Iâ€™m none too jolly.
Iâ€™m usually on top of this gift list throughout the year, but now that a deadlineâ€™s in place, the fun is slipping away. But waiting to shop isnâ€™t an option, not with the year winding down in a frenzy.
Saturday, the mall was packed and then some. I couldnâ€™t believe it. Shouldnâ€™t these people be hunkered down watching football or racing or making their Halloween costumes? Instead, they were out in full force, a homely assortment of consumers trapping me at every turn.
Inspiration came in bits and pieces, even as I fled one store for another. I wasnâ€™t really in the mood to think of others and what they might like to find under the tree.
The stores all look the same, gaudy in their fall finery. I just want to fill my bag with wrapped presents and call it a holiday, but no. More stores, more trudging, more notes on my crumpled list of names. Everyone is naughty, everyone is nice.
This precious autumn weekend comes at a high price, trapped inside with hordes already braced for a seasonâ€™s greedings. All that was missing was Santaâ€™s stand-in and the red-and-green bunting.
You could call me Scrooge, but thatâ€™s not right. Scrooge is a denizen of December, and weâ€™re still occupying October. Itâ€™s supposed to be a month of fall festivals and crunchy leaves, of cider and candy, of sweaters and chapped hands.
But Iâ€™m lost in the yuletide, mapping out the Christmas card in my head, budgeting for gifts and getaways yet to come.
Rudolph, with your nose so red, wonâ€™t you come and shoot me dead?