My wife is in the living room watching Frosty the Snowman, Rudolph the blah blah and the rest, I am in the bedroom listening to U2 a bit loud for 2152hrs on a Sunday night so that I cannot hear her treasured childhood Christmas programs. She finds this anti-social of me.
All through the year I am Oscar. I am not really grouchy. I am part emotionally repressed by design, and part intentionally, confusing. I am emotionally repressed, stop. Part of this is because I realised I was and do nothing about it, stop. The other part is because I am, hence Oscar. Compared to my happy, bubbly and (some) normal friends and family I seem grouchy. I laugh very easily, to some that is a surprise.
At Christmas time I become Grinch, (incidentally my "Peachy!" friend can make an amazing Grinch face...rabbit trail.) I am Grinch because I think the Christmas spirit, Santa, and the whole culture is a load of rubbish! There I said it. Jesus was not born in December, it is great we chose to commemorate His birth, if it is the thought that counts, but Christmas is less and less about Jesus (if it ever was). In a world were we celebrate manifold vice in place of virtue. The wicked do not cower in the shadows of their shame, there is no shame, rather it is the few that strive for righteousness who cower in the face of evil. Children dishonour parents, husbands and wives live as thought they are not, leaders are purchased puppets of those that pay their way into 'public' office, there is greed and corruption everywhere! People die of hunger in one corner, while in another we throw food away! Look at your table this Christmas! Look at it all that you have, all that you throw away and think of this; where you live, someone is hungry tonight. Where is Jesus in that picture? Let's face it, Christmas is for us! Jesus' birth is just an excuse to celebrate, we barely celebrate Him.
In addition to the filth mentioned above, at Christmas time it is fine to lie to make 'Christmas magic', make it a special time. If 'special' needs to be shined by lies, is it really special or it was base to begin with? So we lie to/deceive children, each other. At Christmas it is acceptable to be greedy, we may say greed is wrong but the whole culture begs to differ. Who cares about others when there is me to please? What did I get? I got nothing for anyone, but they should have something for me.
I try, with much groaning and effort to think of the little baby, the unwed mother and scared dad in a cold barn, who they became in many lives years after that night and I seek to pursue that. This year, since I will be at work before I go and stuff my face with my in-laws and open gifts for/with people who mostly have more than they know what to do with; that little family will be just a thought. I should do something for others. I will give my unused clothes to others, that is a start.
I may be in America, but will be Un-American at Christmas, Grinch me all you want.
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