"Isn't that the joy of Christmas?"
Yes... the joy of Christmas.
I LIKE decorating Christmas trees, my house, and celebrating the birth of my christ, but sometimes I feel really GUILTY this time of year.
the joy of Christmas:
To set up prickly and itchy fake trees because you do not want to hassle with feeding one that was once rooted to the ground.
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Then I wonder:
-How about... oh I don't know... planting a real one. We do need more oxygen, people. *points at the DEPLETING OZONE LAYER* But no, I don't care what happens to my furture children or grand-children.
To buy useless and expensive decoration to prove that you observe the holiday. Like "holiday scented candles" and wreathes.
To shower our little brothers and older cousins with PS3s that (sinfully) cost $600.
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Then I ponder:
-Wouldn't it be better if we used all of this extra money to save up for our (future)children's education, or our longed vacations? Donated it to the sick and dying, instead of spending it because "tis the season." Are you picturing all of those starving families in the U.S. when you are busy shopping for your ungrateful relatives and co-workers? I do, and I feel like crap.
To shower loved one's with... objects?
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-Give me hugs, call me late at night for no reason but to say that you love me, or that you need my advice. Love me enough as a friend to take a bullet for me. When I feel lonely, keep me company. When I'm scared, support me. Watch my favorite movies with me. Lets pig out on hot dogs an ice-cream. Help me with my college research papers. PLEASE.
As Christ said, there is no better love than giving up one's life for a friend.
Edmund Spenser wrote poetically, the baser things waste away, but let our love rise above and be eternal.
I don't know, I guess this is the way I feel. I don't mean to be a downer, but I'm just stating the obvious.
In addition to my worldly/national guilt, I feel local guilt. I can't afford gifts, and I haven't decorated my tree or my house.
Does that make me a bad person, a Scourge, a miser, a thoughtless person? Or am I just more human than those fake friends, close family, or relatives that only make the time to see you for THIS season. Those people who shower you with gifts that they could hardly afford. May be they do love you, but have they felt what I felt just yesterday when I saw three kids and their mother begging for food outside of McD's?
Remember who would take that bullet.
and he who already did.
I LIKE decorating Christmas trees, my house, and celebrating the birth of my christ, but sometimes I feel really GUILTY this time of year.
the joy of Christmas:
To set up prickly and itchy fake trees because you do not want to hassle with feeding one that was once rooted to the ground.
***
Then I wonder:
-How about... oh I don't know... planting a real one. We do need more oxygen, people. *points at the DEPLETING OZONE LAYER* But no, I don't care what happens to my furture children or grand-children.
To buy useless and expensive decoration to prove that you observe the holiday. Like "holiday scented candles" and wreathes.
To shower our little brothers and older cousins with PS3s that (sinfully) cost $600.
***
Then I ponder:
-Wouldn't it be better if we used all of this extra money to save up for our (future)children's education, or our longed vacations? Donated it to the sick and dying, instead of spending it because "tis the season." Are you picturing all of those starving families in the U.S. when you are busy shopping for your ungrateful relatives and co-workers? I do, and I feel like crap.
To shower loved one's with... objects?
***
-Give me hugs, call me late at night for no reason but to say that you love me, or that you need my advice. Love me enough as a friend to take a bullet for me. When I feel lonely, keep me company. When I'm scared, support me. Watch my favorite movies with me. Lets pig out on hot dogs an ice-cream. Help me with my college research papers. PLEASE.
As Christ said, there is no better love than giving up one's life for a friend.
Edmund Spenser wrote poetically, the baser things waste away, but let our love rise above and be eternal.
I don't know, I guess this is the way I feel. I don't mean to be a downer, but I'm just stating the obvious.
In addition to my worldly/national guilt, I feel local guilt. I can't afford gifts, and I haven't decorated my tree or my house.
Does that make me a bad person, a Scourge, a miser, a thoughtless person? Or am I just more human than those fake friends, close family, or relatives that only make the time to see you for THIS season. Those people who shower you with gifts that they could hardly afford. May be they do love you, but have they felt what I felt just yesterday when I saw three kids and their mother begging for food outside of McD's?
Remember who would take that bullet.
and he who already did.