Saturday, December 24, 2005

Happy Holidays Smappy Schmolidays

Lately I've noticed a new trend amongst the commercialized world we're living in now. It's something that has been everywhere I turn lately. From Corona commercials, to the Wendy’s drive thru greeting, I’ve been haunted with this one, simple phrase:


When did Christmas become just a holiday? I mean, it is about the birth of Jesus, right? I don’t appreciate corporate America stealing the only thing left of Christmas after they have made it the feasible profiting muddle it already is. What happened to making gifts and debating on what to get someone through thought, not price tags? When did we stop putting up manger scenes in our yard, and begin to put up Grinch figures and Disney characters? Maybe I’m wrong, and it was Mickey Mouse who was wrapped in swaddling clothes, but until I’m lined out on that issue, I’m going to continue to say “Merry Christmas” to all those I encounter during this time of year. As if we hadn’t already raped Christmas of everything sacred, we have to go ahead and stop calling it Christmas too. I totally disagree with you America, and will continue to complain, all throughout my Christmas Break, not over the holidays, because holidays are summing up all of my breaks combined. Merry Christmas to all of you, whether you’re worshiping one God, or a bar of soap carved in the shape of a blue footed boobie, or none of the above, I hope you enjoy today for all it’s worth.

Feeling That You're Gone.

Selfishly enough I don't want you to leave. I've stolen you away from your family daily since I've been home, and carelessly wondered away from my own to spend time with you.

While you're soaking up the sun in the Keys, I'll be here soaking up the smell of cigars and home cooking.

I'll be here.

Already wishing you were back,