Friday, December 17, 2004
So here it is my day off. I haven't begun to Christmas shop. That's my goal for today. Shop. I'm not sure what to get everybody, but I'll figure it out.
Christmas is a funny holiday. Originally, the Christians felt left out because all the heathens around them were celebrating the winter solstice. They decide to have Christ's Mass so that could celebrate as well. They took the fir tree, sign of life since it's leaves never turn, and placed a star on top of it. A sign of the star that burned when Jesus was born. Some where along the way, they adorned the tree with ornaments. Then one of the saints, nicholas, started dispensing presents to good little boys and girls.
And somewhere along the way, it all got lost in the mess. Christ was taken away from Xmas, (Actually, Christ is spelled with an X Latin.) and every pop song and simple joke had a Christmas special made about it. The holiday has turned into consumerism.
If I don't buy you something then obviously I don't care about you. I at least ought to send you a card. Just so you know. I don't want any cards from anybody. I'm not sending any out either. If you send one it will be in the trash within a week. Just tell me Merry Christmas and that's good enough. I know that I am being a jerk for saying this, but if I am going to see you on Christmas anyway, just tell me. That will actually mean more to mean than any Hallmark card ever can.
All I have to say is may God bless the Seven Day Adventists. They may be kooky about a lot of things, but at least they whipped the whole consumerism thing. (sarcasm) Well, God bless them and those poor misdirected Jews. And Muslims. (/sarcasm)
Anyway, I'd like to present you with the lyrics of a song.
Christmas is a funny holiday. Originally, the Christians felt left out because all the heathens around them were celebrating the winter solstice. They decide to have Christ's Mass so that could celebrate as well. They took the fir tree, sign of life since it's leaves never turn, and placed a star on top of it. A sign of the star that burned when Jesus was born. Some where along the way, they adorned the tree with ornaments. Then one of the saints, nicholas, started dispensing presents to good little boys and girls.
And somewhere along the way, it all got lost in the mess. Christ was taken away from Xmas, (Actually, Christ is spelled with an X Latin.) and every pop song and simple joke had a Christmas special made about it. The holiday has turned into consumerism.
If I don't buy you something then obviously I don't care about you. I at least ought to send you a card. Just so you know. I don't want any cards from anybody. I'm not sending any out either. If you send one it will be in the trash within a week. Just tell me Merry Christmas and that's good enough. I know that I am being a jerk for saying this, but if I am going to see you on Christmas anyway, just tell me. That will actually mean more to mean than any Hallmark card ever can.
All I have to say is may God bless the Seven Day Adventists. They may be kooky about a lot of things, but at least they whipped the whole consumerism thing. (sarcasm) Well, God bless them and those poor misdirected Jews. And Muslims. (/sarcasm)
Anyway, I'd like to present you with the lyrics of a song.
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Chistmastime is here by golly. Disapproval would be folly. Deck the halls with hunks of holly. Fill the cup and don't say when. Kill the turkeys, ducks and chickens. Mix the punch. Drag out the Dickens. Even thought the prospect sickens, Brother, here we go again. On Christmas day you can't be sore. Your fellow man you must adore. There's time to rob him all the more The other three hundred and sixty-four. Relations sparing no expense'll Send some old useless untensil. Or a matching pen and pencil. Just the thing I need. How nice. It doesn't matter how sincere it is. Not how heart felt the spirit. Sentiment will not endear it. What's important is the price. Hark the Herald Tribune sings, advertising wondrous things. God rest ye merry merchants may ye make the yuletide pay. Angels we have heard on high, tell us to go out and buy! So, Let the raucous sleigh bells jingle. Hail our old dear friend Kris Kringle Driving his reindeer across the sky. Don't stand underneath when they fly by! | This was taken from
A Christmas Carol by Tom Lehrer It's available on the following album. |
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