All I Want for Christmas is My Sanity

Anger. Fear. Agression. The Dark Side of the holidays are these. Yes, my friends, it's that time of year again when people lose all compassion and kindness for their fellow man. They trample the elderly and beat you over the head with a cub scout to be first in the doors for a sale. Santa what? Jesus who? Who the hell cares, just buy stuff and buy it now! What happened to us?! When did Christmas become so awful? Why when I think of the holidays, does my eye start to twitch?

When I was a kid, I loved everything about Christmas. The colorful lights and music, the egg nog and family. And of course, the presents. Everything seemed to glitter and have a glow to it. Now that I'm older, Christmas has about as much magic in it as the DMV. Some of that probably has to do with that damn kid in 1st grade who told me there was no Santa (thanks a load d-bag). But I think a lot of it just comes with being an adult. I no longer take time to admire the decorations, unless they're my own. If I see someone with a whole bunch of lights on their house, the first thing that pops into my head is: "Geez, their electric bill must be through the roof!" Not very magical. Now I'm not worried so much about making snow angels but about presents and how I'm going to buy them. I constantly worry about money and let me tell you, it sucks. I miss being awed. I miss actually liking Christmas carols.

Christmas has become a long, drawn out process of everyone telling themselves that they don't have enough. We don't have enough stuff. We don't have enough money in which to buy the stuff. We don't have enough time. It's sadder than a wet reindeer. You know something... we have enough. In fact, we have too much freaking stuff. If all of us only got one present this year, that's one present more than a LOT of people are going to get. But we bitch and whine and moan over this junk. Stuff that we're just going to exchange the next day anyways. So... what does Christmas mean to you? In the middle of your holiday shopping will you be willing to smile at that crazy ass person who cut you off in the intersection? Could we maybe forget about the damn x-box for 2 seconds and help that lady over there who dropped her wallet? We need to remember that Christmas stands for something. It MEANS something. And all that it stands for and means has to do with other people. We need to quit being mean, petty and self-absorbed and remember how to love. Now, with all that said... gimmie my presents!