Glitter

Glitter. It is practically everywhere. And I do not like it.

I don’t know where my dislike of glitter comes from, but I do not want it on me. Of course it is pretty and shimmer-y, but to have tiny flecks of any thing clinging to me is unacceptable.

The red envelope I pulled out of my mailbox was crunchy. I knew what was coming. I opened the trash can lid and very slowly opened the envelope. I gently pulled the card out, shaking it over the trash can so the loose glitter didn’t show up all throughout the house. The Christmas card was very pretty, mostly thanks to the glitter, but I still didn’t want glitter all over the place.

When I shopped for Christmas cards to send, I had a difficult time finding cards without glitter; I must be in the minority, being anti-glitter. It would probably boggle my mind to know how much glitter was showing up in mailboxes all around the city.

When my kids were young, I never let them have glitter in our home. I was very happy to find glitter-glue so they could have the shiny without a glitter-storm.

A couple of Christmases past, my sweet grandson waved a silver glittered star for the church Christmas program. It was almost more than I could bear as he carried it around while glitter lightly showered like snow.

For glitter-lovers out there, this is your season to rejoice.

Me? I’ll do my best to keep my distance from all things glitter.