The Grinch II
November 30th, 2007 by contessa15"Santa that’s my only wish this year…" Britney’s voice is heard in
the air as I pass by a store filled with plastic christmas trees,
balls, stars, and colorful angels. People stop by the store and are
busy choosing which decoration would look best on their tree this year.
Children wander to the toys’ section and thinking up of ways to
convince their mom to buy them one…for Christmas.
As I go to my favorite coffee shop, there was a plastic wreath on
the glass door. Thankfully, Christian music was blaring from the
speakers. It’s better this way than having to listen to cheesy
Christmas songs on the radio. Blech!
While reading a book with two chocolate chip cookies and a cup of
cappuccino, my brain, which has this amazing capability of thinking
about two million things a minute, started whirring. Suddenly, I
stopped reading and just stared into my coffee cup, just thinking.
What’s a good plot for a short story? When will I start writing the
essay that I planned to write a long time ago? But what will i write
about? I am drawn to eyes. Should that be the central theme? I haven’t
done my Math homework yet. I wonder when I’ll pick up my workbook and
calculator and actually do it. I don’t wanna do my C Fund homework! I
want to finish reading this book so I can start reading my new Italo
Calvino book. What should I do after this? Should I buy today’s
newspaper or not? And what’s with Christmas???
I finally settled on the Christmas thought. Why can’t I feel the
Christmas spirit? I used to be excited whenever December comes. I
remember that I’d feel this beautiful and magical feeling while sitting
under the Christmas tree with the tiny lights on and just stare at it
for hours. But where is this feeling? have i lost it? Have
I…*gulp*…OUTGROWN CHRISTMAS???
Maybe I have. Maybe I’m too busy thinking about a million things
that i just get irritated by Christmas songs that seem to catch me
wherever I go. I get irritated by caroling and gifts. Yes, I admit, the
trees in National Bookstore with the pink and blue angels are pretty
but I don’t want it. What is wrong with me? Have I turned to the Grinch?
Hmm…the Grinch. That big, icky, green fur ball. Yuck! I don’t even
wanna compare myself to him. But I can’t help it. I have all the
symptoms. I just want to hide in my favorite coffee shop and avoid
Christmas shoppers and songs. I’m contented with a cup of my favorite
coffee while I bury my nose in a book. I’d rather study than feel
festive. I swear.
But I don’t want to be the Grinch. I don’t want to turn green and be
a hermit. I want to feel that beautiful feeling again. That feeling of
anticipation and excitement for Christmas. Where is it?
Maybe it’s because Christmas has been too commercialized that the
real reason foe celebrating this holiday and taking our mind away from
schoolwork is hidden behind a landslide of Christmas parties, Kris
Kringle, cheesy songs, and dusty, plastic trees. And while I’m writing
this, a plastic version of Santa Claus is looking at me through the
window. Stop staring at me Santa! No cookies and milk for you this time.
After i convinced myself that commercialization is the reason behind
the gloomy feeling, my thoughts go back to the million things I thought
about earlier, searching for a new thing to think about. I lift the
green cup of coffee to take a sip. Should my story start at a coffee
shop? I thought. Before I got an answer, I felt a burning sensation on
my tongue. It’s hot!

