A True Christmas Story

T'was a day before Christmas. And all through out the land. People were hurrying and scurrying about. They looked here and they looked there. But no one could find a gift that was just theirs. At the end of the day they all fell on the couch. Exhausted or fatigued from being out and about.
When the time comes and all are asleep. The bundles came out then slipped under a tree. All of that night everyone slept, slept and slept. Dreaming of the things beneath the Yule tide tree.
As the new dawn broke, all awoke with scream and a hurry. Running from their rooms to grab bundles that they see. When all was over a huge mess had remained.
There is the cleanup and cooking all the day. Everyone sitting around reading or looking at the children play.
Arrived the feast that is fit for a Queen/King. So everyone paused and put aside what they were doing. To gather all at their tables. First for a pray before gorging on the feast.
When all were eating and stuffing their faces. Someone slipped in and took what they kept.
Now this story isn’t about the holidays you see. It’s about the greed we have and the poor that need. They have no bundles, no feast to please. Only coldness, dampness and holes in their knees.
So when you sit down all snug as a bug. With your belly filled a drink by your hand. Think of those who are out all the time. Looking for a quarter, nickel or a dime.
Then think of how fortunate you really are.

Now what is Christmas other then a day to spend money or for feasting. People receiving without even giving. Or people giving and then complaining of their got because of not receiving.

Has the true meaning been lost on us? Is the selling of goods the new meaning? What of those less fortunate?

Three questions to ask yourself.


Sheilah