i just put my finger on it

so i havent been feeling super christmas-y this season. all my grandiose ideas for knitted/felted gifts have been pushed to january. im sick of the old navy commercials of the idiots in pajamas in the bowling alley. who goes bowling in their pjs??? i dont know of anyone. last night as i was wrapping presents while watching the oprah rerun, i finally put my finger on it. it doesnt feel like christmas because peter hasnt come home! all you late-twenty somethings should know what im talking about. peter, from the folgers commercial. now thats a good christmas commercial. the loving son comes home from some unknown distant location, sneaks into the house ever so quietly so as not to wake anyone. he goes into the kitchen and starts up a pot of folgers to warm himself up and settle down. mom, snuggled in her bed upstairs smells the delicious aroma of the folgers brewing in the kitchen and is stirred to a wakeful state. she looks puzzled, who could be downstairs? she bravely creeps down to take a look and who is it??? her handsome son peter! what a loving and happy reunion with the rest of the family later in the morning.

i miss peter. those were the days when commercials really had feeling, not just a spear-your-brain with messages of mass consumption agenda. so i say bah humbug to those idiots at the bowling alley!