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Bleeding green in the name of red

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 It is that time of year again. The silly season. We all will be caught up in the hustle and bustle of Christmas, and let us not forget the spending. So many of us burn up the credit cards and go in debt for a year or more trying to find that perfect gift for our loved ones, primarily our children. Why do we do that?

We see what all this overindulgence gets us. An entire generation of spoiled, entitled brats who have come to expect to get everything their little heart desires. We get them what they want, when they want it, in the color they want it and nothing less will do. The end result of this has been not one, but multiple generations of self-indulgent, entitled, whiny, little brats. Yet year after year, it only gets worse.

Shortly after the turkey is put away and the family for which you’re so thankful has parted company, herds of people will stampede to the stores in search of the perfect gift to surprise and wow a loved one. Sadly, in most cases, you will not see that reaction you were looking for — “as seen on TV” — because people have become so numb to, well, almost everything. But we do it anyway; hours upon hours of walking around stores, driving to stores, surfing the internet, fighting the awful crowds, hours in the checkout lane.

And all of this is in the name of love. Have we become so shallow that love now comes in a box?

I am willing to bet that within a few days of last year’s present extravaganza that half the stuff that went with the games or toys was already broken or missing. The other half, the kids are either not as in love with it as you, or they, thought they would be, so it gets put on a shelf never to been seen or heard from again.

So before you go bleed out all that green this year, ask yourself: Is it necessary?

Cheryl Hall

Wilson

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