TO THE EDITOR:
I just adore Christmas. That was until this Thanksgiving holiday.
As I walked into my home over Thanksgiving, I was greeted by my family, bustling about with updates on their lives, with casseroles and turkey, and, of course, annual discussions about Black Friday.
Black Friday, to me, is just that — black. It’s where the fine lines of the meaning of Christmas get lost in between “Buy One, Get One” and “All items 50 percent off”. I never participate in Black Friday because there is something satanic about it.
People literally go crazy over these sales. And it’s the day where Thanksgiving and Christmas become Thanksmas.
Now, I understand. The economy is tough. People are losing their jobs. But wait just a second. Why do people feel the need to hustle out to buy, buy, buy?
So where is Christmas and Thanksgiving in all of this? Wasn’t the reason for Thanksgiving to be thankful for what we have?
And how about Christmas being “a time to be with the ones you love”?
Indeed, Americans measure themselves in “things” and it’s seemingly important to be up to date on all things from fashion to electronics. So I challenge you, UNC.
