>It came without ribbons! It came without tags! It came without packages, boxes, or bags! And he puzzled and puzzled, till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before! “Maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store. Maybe Christmas… perhaps… means a little bit more.”
Just think, just for a moment, the world isn’t all about you. It’s every day of our lives that people think of awful, wonderfully awful ideas. And it’s in the next moment that people say with a sneer, “Christmas, I can’t believe it! it’s practically here!” Some people are solely focused on money, and others will just ponder the world, being so sore. But I’ve got a feeling, we can all find a happier place to be, if we can all just stop asking for more.
It’s a constant, bitter argument for more attention, more dollars, more gifts, and more lovers. Suddenly, the perfection of a small snow flake falls on your head, and you can realize, we can realize, that it’s perfect– not because it was bought in a store, but because it just is, real and imperfect. It satiates and soothes the mind. Soon though, it blows off your head, onto your shoulder, and out into the world– far away from you. But the one thing you learned to love had broken the mold, so it’s not so sad to be alone. For all around you was a flurry of happiness, each one unique and different, and it’s all connected to a little bit of you. That’s why I think, that really, Christmas means just a little bit more.
I’m not really religious, but I can understand a feeling. I think that’s really time to sit and appreciate all that I have– without complaining, bitterness, and sore. Maybe it’s finally time to just let things be and continue to live. I’m not asking you to understand me, or perhaps even listen. But maybe somehow, if you do, understand this (and I say it without hope or agenda): I really do love you.
Usually I feel distanced after these things, tonight, I feel closer to the people who most matter to me, even more so than my birthday. It’s really strange, but I think by not interacting with them, I’ve become happier with our relationships. The Buddha said attachment was bad, right? I love you all, though. So I really mean it when I say thank you. Tonight was so wonderful.
Has anyone ever told you that you’re a bad person? If not, I’ll be the first to say that your actions incriminate you. That being said, Merry Christmas. No, honestly, you’re far too wrapped up in your “the world hurt me” mentality to realize that not everyone is having a go at your race, gender, or ethnicity. Phew, just because someone has a naturally bitter and sarcastic tone doesn’t mean they hate you. And if you’re going to lecture me on being a good person, I’ll just remind you of several of your less-mature episodes of embarrassment and intrusion in situations to which you have no business in either. It’ll be said.
You don’t have to be angry and upset all of the time. I’m pretty positive I have never seen you smile, ever. Maybe if you were missing teeth I would understand, but as far as I know, you’ve got a boyfriend and us men are really vain about teeth, so you must have teeth. I think, that if you really search yourself, you can find a way to be happy with just about anything. It’s overly pessimistic, I know; happiness should just happen to a person, after-all. Anyway, it’s just what I think, and what the hell do any of us know?
Now I feel all alone and empty, and it’s probably because I just told you that you were a bad person. For the record, I was probably talking about myself (though these days I’m not really sure of anything I write), so for now, try not to be offended. Actually, I think that’s a good rule to try: don’t talk anything personally. I’m so awful at it, and it’s making me so awful right now. I think I’m going to give it a go.
Why am I trying to help progress the one thing that most terrifies me?
I can rip my heart out with my bear hands and still pretend I’m trying to help along something to further the happiness of others. My words are so littered with indecisiveness and cryptography that I’m not really sure what I’m feeling. I know that I want the bleeding to stop though. Please Santa, please make the bleeding stop.