The time is 3:45 AM. The posted time is wrong as that is when I have finished and this is when I have begun. Now that we have that tid bit of American Nonfiction trivia out of the way, let us get down to the nitty and gritty.
It seems trite to say Christmas in L.A. doesn’t feel like Christmas (or the holidays for all the flag wavers.) Yet, it is one thing to read or hear about the lack of yule tide joy but a far different beast hides in the desert oasis. I can remember last Christmas, Studio 60 made mention of an L.A. Christmas but the slight mention did no do justice to reality.
A reality that leaves 70% of the stores without the cheer. Target, Wal-mart, ext, the modern day false idols all have alters to the great Santa Clause. The Consumption God wrapped in jolly red and white, offers 50% of their annual sales. His profits construct cardboard back drops to his north pole glory. Yet the flat out materialism of the holiday season preaches to the converted in the house of Commercialism. Christmas becomes another day to buy things in a society where things are bought daily.
Liquor stores, tattoo shops, and convenience stores litter the sidewalk and are indifferent to the season. Tobacco and liquor are in season every season. No need to dress up the store or mess up the floor with tinsel.
Festive this ain’t.
Season Greetings,
Wesley
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