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What Is The Meaning Of Christmas? (Or Is There One?)

In It Bugs Me, Just Because..., Think About It on December 23, 2013 at 10:01 pm

Christmas time is almost here. (Imagine my exuberance.)
The original, religiously-based meaning of the day (the birth of the Christ, the long-awaited Messiah, who would bring all mankind to salvation) has been watered down so much by our secular society that it’s almost gone. Mostly, in today’s world, it’s the culmination of a three-to-four-week feeding frenzy of consumer insanity, greed, violence, inhumane behavior to animals as well as to fellow humans, apathy, grinding poverty, depression, suicidal thoughts and actions, anger, and other “negative” aspects.
All told, this has never been my favorite time of year, for reasons I’ve expressed elsewhere and elsewhen. Celebration has never been my strong suit.
Can someone tell me what about the end of the year – call it solstice, Yule, Saturnalia, Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, or whatever else – is good? Because, maybe because of my own lack of vision, I just don’t see it.
What would happen if there were none of the holidays at the end of the calendar year? Or, for that matter, what would happen if there were no holidays at all? No Independence Day… no Easter… no New Year’s Day… no Labor Day… no Memorial Day… no Halloween. How would stores survive? How would we keep commerce going when every day is like every other day?
Stores would have no emotional “hooks” to try and get you in and spend your money. What would happen then?
Would the feeding frenzy fade… or would it escalate to a constant, high level?
It may be an interesting experiment… but, personally, I’d rather just keep it on the Einsteinean “thought experiment” level. Things have changed enough in the last fifty years without this sort of tinkering.
Besides… could you trust the government, or the heads of major corporations, to implement this sort of policy in a manner that would be fair, equitable, and beneficial?
I didn’t think so.
So ponder… but don’t act unless you’re as sure as you can be that it’s an action that will promote the general welfare, and not just line somebody’s pocket even more.
To misquote Dickens, “God help us… every one!”

Halcyon Days of Yore…

In It Bugs Me on December 24, 2011 at 8:32 pm

Most people seem to have at least one pleasant memory of Christmastime… something that they share with friends and family throughout the rest of their lives.

Much like with almost everything else, I differ from the norm… I don’t have any vivid memories of this time of year, other than my grandmother dying on the 13th of the month, three days before my seventh birthday.

Despite being born this time of year, and despite living in the north most of my life, I don’t like cold.  I don’t want to be cold.  Given a choice, I’ll take warm, semi-dark, and indoors any day of the week.  Unfortunately, that doesn’t happen very often.

I sit here this Christmas Eve, waiting for two grades to come from Wayne State, which will finish out the grades for this term, and the next term starts after the first of the year… the final term before I graduate.

<sound of knocking>  Knock whatever.

Once again, not exactly pleasant.  But at least nobody died today…

I can say one thing with certainty – going back to university has tempered my once-enthusiastic will to write and shoot film willy-nilly with the knowledge that some <deleted> <deleted> with a Pee-Aitch <deleted> Dee is going to find something to criticize one way or the other.

That, too, is something that happens, whether I want it to or not.  {Usually not.}

What it leaves me, for the most part, is tired.  Both “tired” as in lack of sleep, and “tired” as in weary to the soul of the way the world worked out to be.

Thing is, I’m not done yet.  In fact, I’m not even sure what I’m supposed to be doing.

Helluva mess for someone fifty-five, eh?

Such is the way of things, I suppose.

More on another subject later… I think.

It’s That Time Of Year…

In Think About It on December 17, 2011 at 7:15 pm

The end of the calendar year always has resonances for me.  Not all of them are good, but that’s just me, I suppose…

The 9th of the month is  my late mother-in-law’s birthday.  She loved me as an extra son, calling me her “bonus boy”.  She died last year.  We both miss her.

The 13th is the anniversary of my grandmother’s passing in 1963.  I still miss her, but less as time goes by.  (Unfortunately.)

The 16th is my birthday… yes, all mine own.

The 19th is my wife’s baby brother’s birthday… who was killed in a car crash in 1977.

The 25th is, of course, Xmas.

The 31st is New Year’s Eve, or as we called it back in the day, Amateur Night.  All these wannabes would go out and try to get as trashed as they could, and usually decorated the roots of bushes, gutters, parked cars, or their own shoes.

They didn’t know how to stretch it out.

But that was then… now I don’t do that any more.

Ah, well.  Such is the way of things.


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