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| This is not my living room. But, one can wish can't they? |
Well, it's Christmastime once again. Everyone has been scurrying around trying to find the perfect gift for their loved one.
"You give me a book; I give you a tie. Aunt Martha has always wanted an orange squeezer and Uncle Henry could do with a new pipe." -The Bishops's Wife (1947)
By now, everyone one has thrown their decorations against every wall in and outside the house. People are no doubt baking cookies in the shape of gingerbread men and Santa Claus. Speaking of which: children are sitting in the poor old guys' lap, asking for every known toy. On Christmas morning, children will rush to the tree, retrieve their gifts of all sizes and colors, unwrap them with no knowledge of how long it took to wrap, and oo and awe at the many wondrous things that lay before them. Families will travel from California to New York, or maybe two house down, to see their long forgotten relatives who have been through the same things they have this season. Gifts will be exchanged. Hugs of thankfulness will be also, even if they hated the present. They all return home, and go back to their everyday lives. The kids go to school, parents go to work. Then they wait. Wait for it all to happen again; only 364 days away.
Christmas, I regret to say, has become an over-lapsing occurrence. It happens every year, and we do the same things. This is what got Charlie Brown down. You see, all the things I just mentioned, most of which I do myself, are commercial. I'll explain what that is in a moment. But first, let's take a look at this timeless classic of a Christmas Special: A Charlie Brown Christmas.