We truly live in hectic times. For many, the immense pressures of life, but when one adds the constant daily political strife, it’s understandable why many feel crushed by it wanting an outlet from the panic realization they have to Christmas shop.
Those individuals who see themselves as shopping aficionados have it planned out their shopping to where they are just picking the last of their gifts. Bragging, they completed most of it back in June.
December is more than the hustle and bustle of running to the mall, wading through aimless crowds wondering what to get for their family.
Some will be without a loved one for the first time. Or those whose son or daughter deployed in a far off country unable to be with family in the traditional Christmas setting.
Or the ugly nasty people who are so warped they view this time of year as the best opportunity to inflict the most harm they can conjure, because of their political or religious beliefs.
When I used to celebrate Christmas, I indeed saw it as a magical time. It seemed that people were friendlier, caring, and joyous like the words in Joy to the World. For those now wondering, when I stopped celebrating Christmas at 13, why well, keep reading.
Let me say this, while I no longer celebrate Christmas, and I honestly wish there was a way to harness the intended spirit and have it reverberate throughout the year and crescendo on the highest of high notes in December. Instead of turned on and off like a faucet it should be a steady stream flowing constantly.
So I leave with the following message from me to you: