Description: ..."does anyone know what Christmas is all about..."
A James Brown Christmas -------------------------------------------
I’m dreaming of a green Easter
With every Hanukah card I write
Short of Thanks and Giving in malls I’m living
As brats and salesmen bleed me white
Later on we’ll perspire
As we curse every liar
Who sold us the crap
We hurriedly wrap
I should have sent re-gifted underwear
Silent night, damn tree lights
House is gone, flames are bright
Made a display as huge as the sun
Combusted the eggnog and cakes of pure rum
Toasted and roasted and drunken and numb
How will I get back to sleep
Three blocks away in a tree?
You are the artful purveyor of the intelligent rant. And I'm with you, we miss the whole thing, being lured by decadent celebration and forgetting that the season is about love that we really can't buy.
I didn't go out to fight the shoppers and it was just right. I spent time with friends and that was good too.
Hope your New Year is blessed, my friend, with lots of love.
i don't go near malls. filled with too much... bad energy. y'know, hyper little sh.its that should have leashes attached to them, aggressive mothers elbowing you because they think you'll take that must-have special before they do. the stench of misery from these overworked and underpaid workers who look at you as if you're just another satan. i really do hate malls with a vengeance.
what is christmas about? it's about family to me. roasts. sharing gifts that one always goes "oh, you shouldn't have" but the excitement is palpable and well-earned.
which reminds me: i still have to get something for my mum and my thirteen year old sister. women are such a fickle bunch to get presents for.
This was a good giggle, --a sort of hyper-extended parody, reflecting thoughts on the crass and carnival aspects of Christmas that are constantly before us. I liked the stress and tension of the vignettes accompanied by the soft melody and tempo of a traditional Christmas favorite.
My thoughts this year are very much in the past, as I remember Christmases decades ago. My adult children seem so stressed,--maybe "pressed" is a better word,-- worrying about "coping" with Christmas in these tough economic times.
I wish I could share with them a 50's Christmas, when the stockings hung really were stockings dug from a dresser drawer, and crepe paper streamers were carefully rolled up and stored away for another year. Jig-saw puzzles, monopoly, snakes-and-ladders, erector sets and tinkertoys, and maybe some new doll clothes sewn by gramma, some new barrettes and maybe even new night gowns made by mother from flannelette ordered from a catalogue.
I doubt my grandchildren even know what coal is, let alone grasp the significance of a "lump" of the stuff in a stocking. Malls! I liked the many different scents ,sounds and sights experienced when shopping in many different stores. Dry goods, hardware, clothing, confectionery, jewellery, --all sold in different stores. It made the shopping more an adventure, and choosing a gift was truly an enjoyable challenge.
Well, enough of my rant--- see what you inspired??
( PS I also liked your comment to Goatescu--- but it's going to far to comment on comments!)
im full of the christmas carol singing spirit.
my mother organises christmas carols in the park every year and various churches round town cook up sausages and give them away to the community. my youthies wanted to do it again this year and so i stood there dancing, singing and cooking 300 sausages while they created a chain of greatness involving bread, serviettes and tomato sauce.
your little christmas carols are quite perfect really. sadly so. i went to town today to grab some crazy little presents for my youthies to play the coveting game and there were so many people all scowling and pushing and shoving... the elbows in the sides i got... sheesh!
it is quite true that christmas brings the worst out of some people...
but not me! i love christmas! all about spreading the christmas greatness