It’s December 24th here
and I am having trouble believing in tomorrow.
As I sift through the hundreds of seasonal greetings that flood my Facebook and Twitter feeds, I cannot help but wonder when exactly the value of this holiday ceased to exist for me. I understand the heart of “Christmas”. There’s something about the practice that rubs me wrong.
Perhaps it’s the emphasis placed on material things – gifts, food, “stuff”. There’s something really sick about equating love with objects. Pardon me, though. I am not above receiving presents! I could just very easily do without them. I think the presence of all the Things just reminds me of what is missing; rather than filling a void, the Stuff makes it more abysmal.
What a shame.