Happy christmas

A simple and ironic essay, with some simple truths, twisted a little though.
I’d like to point out that the essay by no means portrays the view of the author.It is just a sarcastic reminder to wake up.


The spirit of Christmas

It is close to Christmas, I am walking down the street near my neighborhood. The snow is covering everything. Like a think blanket that covers all the misery, for a while. Until it is again remembered by the wasted youth that walks the streets, but for now it’s Christmas. A Time when we remember the poor and the homeless. Where they are cared for, where we remember to remedy our own soul by putting a few coins in their bowls. Then the rest of the year they are forgotten, alienated and looked down upon to remember how lucky we are to not be in their place. Christmas is the time when bad consciousness and empty pockets rule. Like distant kings, ruling in the background of our minds, they set the standards of our mood. We are slaves to commercials, and the gift race is hardly enjoyed. We walk around in light filled streets, not even looking, not even thinking about where we place our feet. All lost in thought about what to buy to Uncle Sam, a plastic sub-machine gun or just a new Action man. We seem to have lost the real spirit of Christmas. The only ones who are to remind us about the spirit are the same people who are trying to buy our souls, the advertisement industry. They stand as a milstone in our modern society, as a symbol of materialism and welfare.
Christmas is the time when we visit the old ones of our family, the ones we normally have packed away in elderly homes or in isolated houses, where they play card games and watch cartoons. Some of the can’t even remember our names and our bad consciousness is remedied by their forgetfulness.
Back in the days Santa was the friend of the people. Now he is the friend of the superstores, the shops and is used to sell the newest outfit from Harrods or K-Mart.
How wonderful the Christmas time is, let’s all rejoice and sing “Jingle Bells” and put all the world’s problems on hold this wonderful night or morning, depending of the traditions. Let all open our presents and think about the homeless people, sitting outside with nothing. Let all think about them when we go down to get our present refunded because we got two plasma screens. Just because there weren’t any room in the bathroom for another one.
Let’s sit and eat our Christmas meal, thinking about little black Sambo from Uganda, whose parents we bought a goat for Christmas.

Christmas is after all a time to think about others. Let bring back the spirit of Christmas. Let’s find the generosity in our hearts to think further than our own nose. Let’s try to help where we are able to, let’s stop trying to buy our parents love, but show them we care through our actions. Let’s start to remedy our souls by acting upon our inner most desires. Let’s start to pray for a way to be more present, more in the flow of life. Let’s pray that commercials and TV won’t take over our lives.

Let’s all pray, but don’t go to church.