Shelly wrote:

Anyway, I was gobsmacked last night when someone sent a message to
one of my mail lists that said, and I quote:

"A bah humbug to all!
To all who don’t celebrate this season in any way ;-)"

I celebrate January 2, when "this season" is over, and the only
remaining traces are the post-holiday sales, the dying trees
losing needles at the curb, and the surge in gym memberships in
order to lose the 7 lb picked up between Thanksgiving and New
Year's. I might feel differently if the ersatz holiday good
cheer and peace-on-earth feelings carried over after the
twinkle-lights are stowed in the attic, but I'm too old and too
cynical to expect that most of the proclaimers of good will will
be walking their talk.

I prefer Ebenezer's approach, but it's not widely acknowledged
nor remembered when we think of "Scrooge." Not the "bah, humbug"
part, this part: "He became as good a friend, as good a master,
and as good a man, as the good old city knew."

So bah, humbug to me, too.

FurPaw

--
"Every gun that is made, every warship launched,
every rocket fired, signifies in the final sense
a theft from those who hunger and are not fed,
those who are cold and are not clothed."
- Dwight D. Eisenhower

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