Each year I find myself becoming more and more partial to the older tradition of Christmas - the gathering of the family and celebrating the end of another year with the people you love. Each year I find myself more and more disgusted with what America, Hallmark and toy companies have done with the holiday.
Such emphasis on things - meaningless objects usually, meant only to entertain and which will soon be forgotten at the bottom of a drawer - forces the meaning out of the day. The hype produced by companies turns even the most well-behaved child into a raging terror - a plague on the rest of his or her family.
Shrieks of "Presents! Presents!" are soon followed by "It doesn't work! You aren't helping me! I hate you!" The family, usually in relative peace, becomes a screaming horde - toys are thrown, dinner rights are revoked, and tears abound.
Surely, something is wrong with this picture. The birth of one man seems to be haunting us now, and we have entirely forgotten what He taught and why He died. I'm not even Christian, and I know that of all of scripture, 'Jesus wept' is the most applicable to what we have made of Christmas.
I write this now locked in my room, avoiding flying objects from my brother and happily planning my trip away from home. Maybe when I come back, everyone will be sane again.
Happy Holidays :)