1 post from 2006

I used to like Christmas. We all did as children, but as an adult I loved it. The music (Handel's "The Messiah" was one of my favorites), and the sappy movies (It's a Wonderful Life one of my favorites), and the giving of gifts to others (I got a strange kick out of buying toys for Toys For Tots or lending at hand at a food bank), it all was. . . (dare I say it) magical.

Now it all seems hollow. The constant bombardment of hearing people stressing to buy gifts for kids they don't need ("I need to find 2 Wii" I heard on Mother exclaim on the train yesterday), or putting themselves in debt to fill out that long Christmas list, (A Plasma TV, diamond earrings, Cardinal season tickets).

Some where along the way I lost my sprit, it did not happen all at once, it was a gradual thing. But I do remember waking up a few years ago (on Christmas morning) and not doing anything. In the past I would click on my favorite radio station and listen to Christmas music while I went about my day, singing at the top of my lungs like a crazy fool. Now Christmas is just another day, I will even go so far to say it pains me to hear some one say Merry Christmas, (it actually make me angry), and I go out of my way to avoid hearing it.

In those sappy movies I used to like, when this would happen to our hero, and they would be at there lowest point, well something would come along and (Ta-da) he or she would be filled with the "meaning of the holiday" and all would be right with the world.
But this aint a movie and Clarence is not making a stop at my place this year.

I mentioned this to one friend, and they suggested that I needed to have kids, as if having children is the only way to have the holiday sprit. Also I did not bother to point out to my friend that if I go to have kids (just to put me in the holiday sprit), then that makes me a pretty piss poor person. And besides why do people feel that everyone should have children? Not everybody is cut out to be a parent. Not everybody wants to be a parent, but I digress.

I understand that as things go I have it pretty good. There are Men and Women in combat across the globe, children starving, people being killed for all sorts of stupid reasons, so me not likening Christmas anymore does not even make the list of things to worry about.

(Rosie and The Donald feuding; now that is important)

Monday it will be Christmas day.

And to me, it will be just another Monday.