Bah, humbug....hm....$$$$$....
Early Christmas stuff is showing up all over the place. Ho-hum....this year was the earliest I have seen anything Christmas-related-- the day after Halloween. Christmas trees already. Furniture-store Santas...only ONE day.
No in-between breathers after scarey Halloween ghosts and goblins before getting smacked into Christmas Past, Present and Future, right into that even more scary stuff, the big business of spending a lot of money for gifts nobody really appreciates.
At Incoming Bytes my loyal readers know I always imagine,-- even fondly believe there are more important things to life than money. The fact is, money offers us only additional choices in life.
It may appear at some point that I might be forced to face the reality that I am vastly out-numbered; will I have to relinquish cherished old-fashioned values? To the casual but alert observer, it may appear that I do not see the big commercial picture, that I do not feel guilty enough about not spending thousands of dollars at Christmas, or, gadzooks,,,,that I may not have been raised commercially. It's obvious that I like porridge with brown sugar better than air-filled Cheerios, colored or not. Idon't have the latest, greatest text-talk-browser-internet-GPS-WiFi cell-phone either. Perhaps I am simply not synchronized with the intent, plans, and progress of the modern commercial world? It does appear that way. One thing for sure, I am Christmas-challenged. Caffeine may be responsible. Maybe not. I better have another cup of coffee and think about that one.
" How ever shall that boy succeed?" has been asked on more than one occasion in dusty, hallowed halls of paint-spattered elves and twittering tea-tasters, complete with shortbread cookies, bespectacled eye rolls and eyebrows frowning surreptitiously under pointy green hats.
Well, have we got news! We're getting up to speed.. After all, Christmas is only fifty-some days away!
It's *time* to get your very own copy of Morgidoo's Christmas Carol which is a new eBook, and a genuine Christmas classic, not a mish-mash boring re-hash of St. Nick, Santa Claus and little green elves building toys up at the North Pole or in China. There's no milk and cookies for Santa here, just a new and timeless |Christmas story he may wish to read.
Morgidoo's Christmas Carol is different and unique. I wrote it. Read it and see. It even has pictures in it. Nice ones. You'll be glad you did. So will your children, siblings, your spouse, your girlfriend, your neighbors, everybody at the coffee shop, and even Grandma and Grandpa. You'll find out, there's hope for the world yet.
Besides, how else would I get to sit beside Kevin O'Leary on Dragon's Den or make a pitch for a real bucket of cash for Christmas? If I have enough alert readers and prospective customers, I may even become a disciplined investor and buy some presents. Christmas is only fifty-some days away. Hurry. You can pass that message on to Mr. Scrooge himself.
Bah, humbug!
Is that Incoming I hear?
*this is a classic case of blatant self-promotion and a training exercise in fully supporting commercial Christmas aficionados, bookworms, and Scrooge-like humbugs alike.
