|Frosty: Not so cute when |
he starts your house on
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Recently I read of a giant snowman snowglobe that, refracting sunlight onto nearby combustibles, caused $1.8 million fire damage to a Michigan couple's home. With no injuries, we detachedly titter at this "can-you-believe-it?" occurrence. The $100 snowman snowglobe proved less than festive.
Merchandise-gathering for my shop, Laura's Last Ditch, draws me to thrift stores, shelves a-burst with snowman decorations and their compatriots: ceramic Santas with elfin helpers, flocked reindeer figurines, angry Grinch ornaments, plush teddies sporting cheaply knit sweaters. I hurry to more practical goods, while my frugal mind reflects: Who purchases these things to begin with? Who will buy, their cuteness morphed to tasteless kitsch? What unrealized dreams dog their former owners, having burned their money on such baubles?
|Thrift store shelves overflow |
Mindless spending on holiday tchotchkes dwarfs the nearly two million in damage inflicted by Michigan's errant Frosty. Well-meaning folk frantically buy last-minute gifts; substitute Target's ineffectual retail therapy for meaningful interaction; or plunk a doodad in the cart, deeming it cute, or--for clearance shoppers--too cheap to pass up, collectively wasting billions of dollars, not to mention natural resources.
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We squander for clutter. We shop, while needs go unfilled all around us. We'd donate more if finances weren't so tight; we'd volunteer if we had time.
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This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine.
May our little flames become wildfire, warming frosty hearts everywhere, making for a very merry Christmas.