Freeze and Thaw
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Well for once this post has nothing to do with the weather, although the title implies otherwise. I have been recently thinking about the things that I love and hate at the same time about Christmas. Although I am one to focus on the positive rather than the negative, thoughts of things that annoy me creep in. I guess you could say that my glass is half full, but I just don't know how clean the water in it is.You don't need to read this if you are in a warm and fuzzy mood today. I am just getting a few things off my chest so I can go back to enjoying Bing again.
1. You spend time baking and baking and then one week before Christmas you need to start all over again because what you've baked is pretty much gone, save for the armless gingerbread men. From now on, I will no longer be a Christmas baking keener. I will save all my baking until the last minute.
2. Relatives that you never hear from the rest of the year come out of the woodwork and expect to receive gifts and cards and invitations for dinner. Guess what? I don't see you the other 364 days. I don't want to see you now either.
3. Those same relatives send ugly cards with no messages, just their names scrawled on the bottom. Since I haven't heard from you in a year, you'd think you'd have something to say to me. No, you just want me to send a card to you so you can fill up your mantle. Buy a box of cards and send them to yourself. Like Mr. Bean did.
4. The annual Christmas work lunch. We don't go out to lunch any other time. Shouldn't we be saving Christmas for the people we love to spend time with and for doing the things we love to do? Why do we put ourselves through this painfull event that no one wants to go to? I end up sitting between socially-retarded-get-drunk-at-lunch people.
5. This is the time of year, more than any other, when I feel guilty for having what I have and living where I live. I am torn between wanting to turn my head away from the images of starving babies and stopping Christmas altogether and going to Darfur with the money I've spent on my over-indulgent Christmas. When my children are old enough, we will spend Christmas in a developing country. So that they can get the true meaning of sharing love and compassion, wealth and prosperity. So that they may understand that giving really is better than receiving. And that those we need to give to are not greedy cousin X, but the starving child in a refugee camp.
God Bless you, every one. xo
(Back soon with Christmas cheer :)
This entry was posted on Wednesday, December 13, 2006 at 8:28 AM.
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10:08 AM
I think it would be cool to spend Xmas in a developing country and spread cheer to the poor. Sometimes we forget that when we're down or feel guilty giving is the best feeling!
BTW, you just missed my new post today!