It’s time we give the day after Christmas an official name.  Yes, I know some of you are going to suggest that British type countries already solved my little problem with “Boxing Day” but I’m not jumping on that bandwagon.  One, I’m not British.  Two, it was started as a holiday to give gifts to servants for working on Christmas and, last I checked, I’m fresh out of servants.

But we still need a name.

I’m thinking something to link it to its closest holiday relative, “Black Friday.”  Honestly, there’s so little difference between these two holidays that maybe we just roll with “Black 26th”?  Nah. I don’t like that very much.  But somehow we need to commemorate the greed fest that marks the day after Christmas.

I checked my email this morning and was bombarded.  There were companies I haven’t bought anything from in 5 years letting me know that they hope I had a great holiday but just in case I didn’t they were having a huge sale today that would take away all of my cares.  Honestly, one email announcing that everything in America is 50% off would have been more efficient.

It’s funny because I seem to remember getting some gifts recently.  Yes, I remember…it was yesterday.  Hmm.  Guess that didn’t last very long.

At some point we’ll realize greed is never satisfied.  At some point we’ll realize materialism enslaves our souls.  At some point we’ll stop spending money we don’t have on things we don’t even really want.  At some point.

In the mean time, I have to go buy a car seat with Laura while they’re on sale.

Happy Whatever We Call Today!