Mas Menos Christ

I wonder how a stranger would picture me based on my blog. It is something that I don't think about too much but I was wondering if other bloggers out there have thought that. Well?

As far as my last post about heroes I would like to come back to that some other time if at all. What is on my mind right now is Christmas, and how for the first time I don't really have the Christmas Cheer inside me. I don't really want to go out and buy gifts for people or wrap things up in cute little packages and sip hot chocolate and sing carols with the family.
Before you label me a grinch or a scrooge hear me out.

While the "retailization of Christmas" has played a part in my feelings I do not want to peg it all on the malls, wal-mart, etc. They are only acting in a way in which they know we will react. If they put out twinkle lights, candy canes, lotion baskets, golf-tee and money clips gifts in October then people will buy them. Why? Who wants that crap anyway. Sorry if you bought that stuff, you can still return it Christmas is a week away, plenty of time.
It doesn't help that I'm poor either. Maybe if I had more money I would like Christmas more. Nah, it still runs our lives too much for me to get all behind it. How so you might ask? Stress to get the right gift, stress on pleasing people in your lives by giving enough time here and there, sitting through another meal with family right after you just did it a month ago...etc.

What about Jesus? What does He have to say about Christmas? Would he be throwing tables of fruitcakes and popcorn tins out on the street saying, "What the hell are you guys doing?". Not likely, although I would like to see it. I think Jesus would say something like this, "Its just my birthday guys, and really my birthday isn't in December, but hey, thanks for sending all those cards with sweet sentiments that you didn't write. Way to do some recruiting though!" No, another jest, but for weeks now I go to bed wondering "what Christmas is all about" and I guess if it means that you get together with your family, give more to charities than normal, and think about how fortunate we all are thanks to a little babe wrapped in swaddling clothes lying in some hay, then I'll suck it up and smile when I open my yearly gift of socks and underwear and say, "thank you for these cotton undergarments, OH! and also for eternal life".