2008 Woodie Awards
Yougottawanna
Katelyn Henry
Issue date: 12/7/04 Section: Letter From the Editor
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Sure, Filene's has been filled with garland since October, local radio stations have been overplaying the Red Sox "Merry Freakin' Christmas" song for a solid month, and the tree in front of Hagan has been glowing red, yellow, blue and green for a week now. But even celebrating the last day of classes won't prepare me for the next few weeks leading up to the big day: Christmas.
Didn't we just come back from Thanksgiving break? How is it already time to deck the halls, rock around the Christmas tree, and jingle all the way?
Between studying for finals, scheduling times for a gazillion different holiday gatherings, and packing to head home for a four week break (sigh), the merry part of Christmas (not to even mention the religious aspect of the holiday) sometimes gets lost among open pages of highlighted text books, scraps of wrapping paper, and the line of traffic entering or exiting any shopping plaza.
It surprises me that Charles Dickens wrote his famous tale "A Christmas Carol" in 1843 in just six weeks.
Here I am, over 100 years later with the luxury of electricity to give me light, Microsoft Word to record my every thought, and a printer to magically dispense each page. Still I can't seem to get through measly final papers due next week, never mind find time to discover the true meaning of Christmas like my good friend Ebenezer Scrooge.
As much as I loved Christmas as a child-decorating the tree, leaving cookies for Mr. Claus (plus carrots for his reindeer), and standing wide-eyed at a living room filled with toys-the more it seems to just cause stress as I grow older.
In 1649, Oliver Cromwell abolished Christmas all together-making it an ordinary working day and arresting those who didn't comply. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea-no rush to cross everyone off a shopping list, no extra pounds put on at holiday feasts, no snowy roads to travel squished in the family car. Without celebrations, the day could even be spent getting ahead on next semester's reading.
Didn't we just come back from Thanksgiving break? How is it already time to deck the halls, rock around the Christmas tree, and jingle all the way?
Between studying for finals, scheduling times for a gazillion different holiday gatherings, and packing to head home for a four week break (sigh), the merry part of Christmas (not to even mention the religious aspect of the holiday) sometimes gets lost among open pages of highlighted text books, scraps of wrapping paper, and the line of traffic entering or exiting any shopping plaza.
It surprises me that Charles Dickens wrote his famous tale "A Christmas Carol" in 1843 in just six weeks.
Here I am, over 100 years later with the luxury of electricity to give me light, Microsoft Word to record my every thought, and a printer to magically dispense each page. Still I can't seem to get through measly final papers due next week, never mind find time to discover the true meaning of Christmas like my good friend Ebenezer Scrooge.
As much as I loved Christmas as a child-decorating the tree, leaving cookies for Mr. Claus (plus carrots for his reindeer), and standing wide-eyed at a living room filled with toys-the more it seems to just cause stress as I grow older.
In 1649, Oliver Cromwell abolished Christmas all together-making it an ordinary working day and arresting those who didn't comply. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea-no rush to cross everyone off a shopping list, no extra pounds put on at holiday feasts, no snowy roads to travel squished in the family car. Without celebrations, the day could even be spent getting ahead on next semester's reading.