Christmas is honestly the most depressing holiday ever. Since the first of December Christmas music has been blasting 24/7 and everyone has been really excited. But for what? One day that is just another day. And then when the day is over you go home and spend the next week taking down all of your lights and decorations which is followed by dragging your dead Christmas tree out in the snow bank for the garbage man to come pick up. Not to mention how you have to spend the next two months losing all of the weight that you put on that day in a matter of a couple hours just from over eating. Don’t get me wrong though, I love Christmas. I love spending the day with my family and playing cards and drinking and eating and watching Star Trek marathons just like anyone else. But every year after it’s all over I feel depressed. Christmas is an amazing time but then you realize you have to wait another year for it. And it just gets depressing.
Which is really quite ironic isn’t it? Christmas is suppose to be to celebrate the fact that Jesus has been born. If we were following the Bible, Easter would be the time that we are suppose to be depressed and feeling this way. But it really never is. Easter is a lot more stress free and relaxing then Christmas, not to mention it doesn’t come with all of this aftermath guilt and clean up. I don’t know, it just confuses me. Like I know that everyone is trying really hard not to forget the Christmas sprit or whatever., but is it working? I guess it kind of is. Christmas is one of the times that the Church is the fullest and even the weeks leading up to it with Advent. But then again, I didn’t think of Jesus once today… I thought of my presents, boxing day shopping tomorrow and how tired I was at my Aunt‘s house. I didn’t even take part in the dinner grace today because my brother was talking and I was too busy laughing at him.
And I know that it just isn’t a one day thing to be thankful of Jesus and stuff, but it just feels weird since he IS the reason for Christmas. I suppose though that I really don’t have to feel bad about this because I know the real meaning of Christmas and that it really isn’t all about Santa and all that jazz. I totally feel like some lame Christmas special right now, but it makes more sense now that I think about it. It’s a holiday and as long as I keep in mind the real reason behind it, everyone has their own traditions. Who cares if mine involves presents, card games and klingon’s?
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