Saturday, 28 December 2013

A Christmas Gripe

Christmas is packaged with aesthetic lights and glitter, but the lights can give lots of us headaches, and ‘that’ glitter gets absolutely everywhere, and can remain in nooks and crannies long after, a constant reminder of the whole sorry mess of it all!

I’m nearly penniless – and why?  Because Christmas has picked myself up by the ankles and bled I dry!  Yes, it’s ‘this and that‘ and ‘that and this‘, with little left over to spend on yourself: it’s mostly materialistic nonsense with cheap shoddy workmanship on almost everything I buy for as cheaply as I can – and why not, I’m not interested in impressive grandeur, ‘so what’ if things fall down and apart, I tried, and not through want, but through bloody peer pressure, yes, to fit in and be like others!

I really hate spending money on Christmas cards, why can’t people except ‘merriment sentiments’ by mouth: ‘Hello, merry Christmas.’  Why do most people have to have a written message as conformation, making this concept tangible only really benefit’s the predatory companies who pick the pockets of the populace, to supplement their own greed, but what is sad, is that most of us gullibly know this fact, yet lots of us strive to amass as many cards as is humanly possible, purely and solely to impress the Jones’s next door that we are popular, regardless of lots of us being lonely!

The Christmas songs I hear everywhere I go annoy me, I could strangle Noddy Holder!  Doesn’t everyone realise that Christmas is a massive cliché, and that I am unimpressively bored with it!  The false smiles annoy myself – and I’m one of the perpetrators, but some people don’t even bother to masquerade their charade, they are so blatantly obvious that what once was a smile on some countenances has evolved into an almost permanent contorted grimace!   Scary!  It seems lots of people are nice for a price, yes, many of them want to look into your financial affairs, and not for their interest, but for the ‘interest’ of the 17% APR that their employers will bestow upon any of your unaffordable purchases.  So,  Christmas, for some, can carry on throughout the next year – an un-merciless recompense.
Well hold on, I’ve just had a thought, Christmas is a cliché to me, and an expense I’d care not to oblige, but it’s still a magical fairytale to lots of children, especially my grandchildren, whose faces are going to be lighted up brighter than the tree itself!  An ideological picture, a paradox in itself, but a rewarding one for all efforts.  Christmas can be a time of hardship, but it can also be a time of happiness, you just have to know where to look – in yourself as a small child!

Love  who you are, and life – be kind, forgiving and try to embrace the world, rather than be lonely. 

© Andrew Stevenson 28/12/13

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 23 December 2013

A Christmas Fable

Santa,  the lesser of two kings of Christmas, sat on his royal throne pondering and wondering over little Billy’s humble, but informative letter.  Billy, apparently was deeply distressed and anguished over his bad behaviour to others, and expected Santa to repay him in kind, yet begged for forgiveness and some presents.  Now the ‘presents’ side of the situation was no anguish for Santa, as he respected repentance and would deliver, but the distress was a dilemma!   As Santa was deep in agitated thought, he was interrupted by Mrs Clause bestowing upon him a large present, which gave him an ingenious idea!
Billy woke up on Christmas morning in the orphanage with a pile of presents at the bottom of his bunk.  He eagerly leapt out of bed with a beaming countenance that wore a wide smile where usually a malicious, contorted grimace would reside, with intent on devouring the wrapping paper on the presents like a frenzied dog!  Just as he was about to set upon them, an unusual thought crossed his mind, to read the inscriptions in the cards that were all mysteriously wide open before him.  It was a practice he was unaccustomed to.  He looked about the dormitory, all the other children, apart from one boy, were awakening with glee.
He looked at the beginning of the first message on the largest present, and was alarmed to see that it was addressed to another child in close proximity: then he looked over all the inscriptions – all of the presents were for everyone else and not one was for himself!  He looked at the messages again, and noticed this time that all of the presents were named as gifts from himself: ‘To Cheryl, love and best wishes, from Billy, etc.’. 

Something inside prompted him to go and deliver all of the gifts, and he immediately loved the lit-up faces that were brighter than any Christmas tree, the kind sentiments, the appreciative hugs, he liked the whole experience of giving and felt so wonderfully good inside, a feeling he was unaccustomed to, yet liked very much.

After the gladness came a sadness, as he only had one present left, the smallest, and it was for the boy who had been asleep, who was now waking.  He sluggishly strolled over to the boy’s bed with his gift in hand and enviously eyed up the boy’s extraordinary large pile of presents.  This exertion was particularly bad for him as the small boy in question was the object of most of his bullying.
He unwillingly handed over the gift, and was so touched by the boy’s recipient tears, that he cried himself, and in that instant the weight of the world fell from the yoke on his small shoulders, and all the self-harm that he had inflicted upon himself washed away on the shores of his cheeks!
The boy, upon seeing that Billy had no presents, gladly offered him half of his own, which was the largest gift of all to Billy, but it wasn’t the offering of presents, but the gesture of a hand of friendship in the shape and form of forgiveness, and from there on they became, and remained, the best of friends.

© Andrew Stevenson  23/12/13

Thank you. Love love. Bye.