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A proto-friend is teaching a workshop between Solstice and Christmas. It's relatively expensive and targeted toward children. I was not surprised that there weren't a lot of takers, but she was.
Money is worth a lot less than it was when I was a kid. (I have to continually double my mental price expectations or I cannot buy anything.) But I cannot imagine my parents spending even $5/day for me to attend a workshop, let alone the $25 this would have cost in the old money. Certainly it would never ever happen in December.
My parents were annually surprised that Christmas and winter and the end of the year were all in December. I think some of the reason behind my break from my parents ne'er discussed beliefs is due to the fundamental understanding that buying presents might mean days without food if things don't come out right with the money. It certainly means putting on extra socks because heat is too expensive to use for comfort. The heat's only on to keep the pipes from freezing.
I hate this time of year. I see all the lights and decorations overlaid with memories of vicious arguments and blame and guilt and deprivation. If it looks good and plasticky on the outside, then no one will know it's all hollow on the inside.
I think we should ban Christmas entirely until people learn to be nice. Anyone who assaults someone else in order to grab a popular item should be forced to do community service weekly in a soup kitchen for a year, so they understand what it is they're supposedly celebrating. It's not about who can spend the most in electricity costs. It's not about whose child gets the most expensive toys. If putting up the tree causes a fight, don't have a tree. If you cannot afford tape and milk in the same week, then put presents inside t-shirts and let everyone have milk with Santa.
I'm really tired of everyone who claims to be Christian celebrating Christmas by living the intent of the innkeepers of Bethlehem and being proud of themselves for doing so. Christmas is supposed to be about the inside feelings, not the outside appearances.
A proto-friend is teaching a workshop between Solstice and Christmas. It's relatively expensive and targeted toward children. I was not surprised that there weren't a lot of takers, but she was.
Money is worth a lot less than it was when I was a kid. (I have to continually double my mental price expectations or I cannot buy anything.) But I cannot imagine my parents spending even $5/day for me to attend a workshop, let alone the $25 this would have cost in the old money. Certainly it would never ever happen in December.
My parents were annually surprised that Christmas and winter and the end of the year were all in December. I think some of the reason behind my break from my parents ne'er discussed beliefs is due to the fundamental understanding that buying presents might mean days without food if things don't come out right with the money. It certainly means putting on extra socks because heat is too expensive to use for comfort. The heat's only on to keep the pipes from freezing.
I hate this time of year. I see all the lights and decorations overlaid with memories of vicious arguments and blame and guilt and deprivation. If it looks good and plasticky on the outside, then no one will know it's all hollow on the inside.
I think we should ban Christmas entirely until people learn to be nice. Anyone who assaults someone else in order to grab a popular item should be forced to do community service weekly in a soup kitchen for a year, so they understand what it is they're supposedly celebrating. It's not about who can spend the most in electricity costs. It's not about whose child gets the most expensive toys. If putting up the tree causes a fight, don't have a tree. If you cannot afford tape and milk in the same week, then put presents inside t-shirts and let everyone have milk with Santa.
I'm really tired of everyone who claims to be Christian celebrating Christmas by living the intent of the innkeepers of Bethlehem and being proud of themselves for doing so. Christmas is supposed to be about the inside feelings, not the outside appearances.