Buckle down, folks. This is a long one. Dismiss it as a holiday blues rant if you want.
It was so simple when you were a kid. Be good. Santa gives you stuff.
Then you get older, Santa is a thing of the past... more like a way to cop out on being the person that bought a gift. Still, it was about what you get and making sure you got a token gift in return.
Then adulthood sets in, and you start getting things because that someone you care for so deeply gets happy and you just love the feeling that you made it happen. Good times. But the pressure is still there. It's gotta be the PERFECT gift, and while it may or may not be expensive the search alone is enough to drive one mad.
And then there's this one day it hits you. I was either very fortunate or very unfortunate that day hit me at age 11.
It was 1985. It was December. We lived on the Canadian Border in a small town in Maine. This Toys 'r Us across the border had it, a Cabbage Patch Kid, for my niece. My mother was dangerously obsessed with acquiring one. We drove four hours. We got there. It was what I imagined war was like: people were literally exchanging punches over the display. Tackles, headbutts, I had never seen such madness. Then again, they were Canadians... then she said it. "Try to sneak in and grab one."
I loved my niece. She was this awesome little girl I'd play with once a year from far off Hawaii with tales of far-off places I could only imagine. My sister traveled with her a lot; France, Germany, England. My niece had tales of all these places she got to see before she was even in the 2nd grade. For her, I would stop at nothing. I crawled under a toy display. I saw my target, on the bottom of the display. If I grabbed it, I would be a hero to the whole family.
I made my move. It was in my hands. I... foolishly looked up at the commotion of fisticuffs still going on. I saw this guy in a knitted hat. I saw in his eyes rage, hate, fury. Actually today I know it was greed. He raised his boot, he pressed it down on my face. He reached for the box.. I screamed. Someone else, not my mother pushed him off me. Asked if I was okay then told me to high-tail it. Pretty sure it was an employee. We got to the checkout, my mother asked if I had any trouble. Not if I was okay. Leaving the building tons of cops drove up to the store... one noticed if my nose was bleeding and offered my mother a trip to the hospital. Nope, he'll be fine! It bled every minute of the four hour trip back. The boot print on my face healed a month later. I got mercilessly teased about it.
Christmas was no longer magic. It was awful. And it still is.
I see it everywhere, in everyone. I see people to this day fighting over needless things:
In person too. I read of stores keeping employees from family gatherings because of record profits.
http://finance.yahoo.com/blogs/the-e...170735876.html
I do my shopping online now. I do not venture toward any retailer other than my own employer (Lowe's, whom does not open on Thanksgiving... yet) during the season. I deal with customers that want that perfect gift OH! and if you fuck it up you've ruined their Holiday FOREVER.. but Merry Christmas!
I see stories of the world still killing each other. They make the news if it may cause some... financial concern.
http://www.cnn.com/2013/12/24/world/...html?hpt=hp_t1
I see this guy and wonder why:
I see this guy and wonder where it went wrong:
Then I realize several things.
First: Those two are one in the same. Even when this was a pagan holiday and banned from celebration for centuries, Christ's name was used to justify wars, torture, slavery and.. of course, greed. Santa's name was used to keep children behaving for.. yep! Greed.
Second: That greed is in all of us. I recognize it as human nature. Fine. But this time of year we become animals. We instinctively attack one another just to please others in our lives. And then when it all hits on the 25th it's all supposed to be okay? No. I reject that.
Finally: There's this misleading and stupifying belief I used to have as a kid that nothing bad happens on Christmas. No crime. No hate. No war. Only peace. Bullshit. I bought into that crap. Bullshit.
In 2001 on December 25th I saw a Dodge Neon get sawed in half from door to door by a speeding SUV.. with a fucking Christmas bow on it. The driver and passenger of the Neon were instantly killed. If my wife and I had left 20 seconds earlier that would have been our Plymouth Neon. The SUV driver was a teenager who didn't have the experience to handle a large vehicle like that. Merry Fucking Christmas.
In 2003 I caught her cheating on me and she came clean on... yep, Christmas Day. Merry Fucking Christmas.
In 2005 my mother died on Thanksgiving. I got that day, Black Friday and Saturday off for berievement. I couldn't attend a service s couple weeks later and see my siblings or niece that year because I was 'allowed' to have Black Friday off and would be terminated if I took any time off before Jan. 1st. Legal? No. But considering at the time I had maybe $30 a week for food I didn't have a choice. Merry Fucking Christmas.
Oh, and that manager took a vacation the entire week of the 25th. I wanted to eat a bowl of cereal out of the back of her skull. To make matters worse all employees Holiday pay was denied that year due to the economy reasons. She then went on about what she got her husband with her management bonus. Merry Fucking Christmas.
I only celebrate out of respect for my fiancee, who I love more than anything in this world... but I hate tomorrow. I hate every greedy, selfish thing it stands for. And everytime someone asks me what I want for Christmas?
I WANT IT TO END.