Thursday, December 25, 2008

Happy Christmas

Since our move some time back, I've been using a pen and paper. I can't complain we have ball point pens or pens with a good grip. Our paper is clear and crisp, with blue lines. I try to mix it up and use plain white paper, sometimes computer paper. (To feel more modern) :)
A step above leafs and ink dipped feathers. My hands are the keys and the paper my screen. My brain is my Internet helped by the knowledge I pull off my bookshelf.

I thumb through my books, I see my quote books, and novels. Pondering which one to read, then I spot Charles Dickens. Browsing through its pages, I recall how his work was genuine. How he described the times with great detail mixed with struggles of mankind. In his writing I find truth with a twist of fiction. The time period he wrote about is very reminiscent of our present.

Think about our global economy, and the harshness of winter. The division of classes, and the struggle to survive the chaos. The journey to stay true to ourselves, and find love in this seemingly heartless world. I see society's hands reaching for coins, while the Wall Street Big wigs carry their wealth with heavy chains. The Super Rich don't realize that the weight from greed will pull us all down.

Tiny Tim walks with a limp, while the greedy CEO's pockets bulge like "The Goodyear Blimp"

This is the Tale of countless cities. Where is the Love?
I can see the Christmas Ghost of Past, and the Christmas Ghost of Present standing. But where is the Ghost of Christmas Future? Hell, where is our children's future heading?

I'm mixed with emotion every Christmas, but this one is a Sleigh ride in a blizzard. A sleigh ride without horses, a driver, or reins. Our country is heading home for the holidays with Our Nuts roasting on an open fire. At least for the people who can pay the bills for their cash devouring house.

I'm not trying to be clever or coy! I'm not trying to depress anyone, merely letting my thoughts and prayers bleed onto paper. No specific point or order, I'm just calling it how I see it.

I can remember a time when a gift was from the heart. Not just from a store, or a plant in China. A time when we expressed feelings to our loved ones, from our lips arms, and finger tips. Not from a mass produced greeting card, fill up with words from a starving writer. The words were created from our own mind and heart. Plus some of those cards are just not meant for anybody I know. Too little are to much! I stick with blank inside or write something myself.

Don't think I'm Christmas harping, I'm no angel myself. I too politely plow through the so called courteous people.

After all tis the season! Ha Ha

Trust me I'm a very caring and positive person. I try not to let others bring me down to their selfish and rude level. Has anybody noticed how discourteous some people can be be this time of the year? Is it just me that can see that during the holidays people can be hateful? I'm trying to stay focused on the joy and the real reasons for the Holiday.

I love Mankind, Candy Canes, and Hot Cocoa. Christmas tunes, A decorated tree, and Mistletoe. :) The whole ball of snow!

I love celebrating with warmth and love. That includes Hannukah, Kwanza, and Christmas! (All Holidays) I may not be black and I might be a Jew, but I love Christmas! I love it for all the good that is shaken out of the pockets of Scrooges. The Holidays reveal the true misers, stinges, and stooges.

It shines the truth of so-called Religious folks, and allows us all to see more clearly. Our wants and needs, or what really matters in life.

I wish I had all the fortunes of the Wall Street type Scrooges, so I could give it all away! I'd kiss the worlds ouchies, ans say its going to be OK. Open a box of band Aids, and gently place it on the wounds of Earth's children. Even the misers, but I would hope that next time they would buy the biggest birds in town. Then knock on the doors of the "Working man" and give their families a real feast. Deliver wheel barrels of coal with a genuine goal of compassion!

Once again I ramble with my words, but with a message of hope and good intention. I do apologize if I came off as Anti Christmas, or an unrealistic dreamer. Please know that I'm thankful for the many things, and for the love I receive in my life. I just want to give the world a Holiday Hug, with a dash of loving understanding. May this Holiday be what your soul needs and the coming year be kind to your hearts.

I must get back to the family gathering, I' ll have a couple more post soon. Trust me one of them will be more uplifting.

Merry Christmas to All and all a good night!

Peace&Love
Wes& Family

4 comments:

Bucko (a.k.a., Ken) said...

Hope your time with your family can lift your spirits a bit. It is a shame that this time of year some people get so stressed over making it "perfect" that the lose sight of the fact that they are defeating the purpose. I find in general that people are mostly nicer this time of year, and it makes me wonder why you can't be like that every day, instead of only at the holiday. Now that would be a true gift.

Beth said...

I think Ken is right--people get so caught up in their perception of the perfect Christmas (there is no such thing) that they kind of forget to feel any joy about it at all. That's a shame.

Hugs, Beth

Lisa said...

I didn't get the sense you were anti christmas at all, everything you said made perfect sense to me. I do find people to be rude and inconsiderate and it is strange since everyone is supposed to be so warm to each other this time of year. I think the true spirit is lost.

We have a big christmas, I won't deny that...it is just the way we are and always have been. We don't lose sight of the meaning of christmas though and we have both said many times if there comes a time we cannot do the "big" christmas we'll do a little christmas and be just as happy, love matters most of all and we know that.

I hope 2009 proves to be a better year for all.

Lori said...

I love Dickens and his style of writing. And I think the comparisons with today's world and his world are very apt.