christmas is christian, or at the very least catholic. which i suppose i am by confirmation, but not by choice - so not really. i don't believe their stories. but this isn't the day of kings on camelback, these are the times of camelback for hydration by the trendy, the traveled and those who won't slow down enough to really enjoy anything. the television tells me what my loved ones need and where to get it - which i suppose is why i watch so little t.v; rather weild it with dvd's and things that move me. but i cannot escape the ad's on the train, the bus, the paper in the hands of the man sitting across from me - the smatter of chatter of mothers i work with, so far from who i am.
but i love quite a few deeply and the charlie brown christmas, the stories of chris kringle, the humble giving to those in need, to those we love, to remind them of this, still resonate in me. the presents piled under a tree illuminated in the pre-dawn hours, our eyes big a saucers that such booty could be ours, lavished love as toys. this is what i remember when i sift through sellers; picking and choosing the thing that will say what i mean. yes, i still believe in santa, because he's like the buddha, living in all of us who choose to love generously and mindful of our actions.
but i'm still not shopping til next week.
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Good for you for waiting til next week, though apparently eveyone else waits too because the Saturday before xmas is now the biggest shopping day of the year.
Watch out for the mob mentality.
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