Holiday Hijinks

I reconsidered, I know that you all wait with baited breath, wondering why exactly my holiday was such a terrible disaster.

Well, first, let me start with the premise of Christmas. Having nothing to do with religion, it has evolved into a commercial force beyond all reckoning. It has this kind of sway over our culture, turning everyone into drones of the commercial machine. The hyper-capitalist ideals the holiday represents are ridiculous. We spend all year drifting apart and then we spend as much as we can on presents in some attempt to prove we actually care about each other.

For a few years I refused to adhere to the rules posed by this terrible holiday, but I gradually came to realize that no one would be satisfied if I didn’t give them various items for Christmas.

I bought my little brother one of those new ipods, the kind that plays video. I bought my dad a new camera, one of those little Canon Elphs. And my mom, I bought her a Tahitian pearl necklace.

My parents gave me socks and my little brother gave me two tickets to see “The Chronicles of Narnia.” And he took one ticket for himself. And he asked for the other one back so he could see it with his girlfriend.

Now everytime I open up my sock drawer, I start to cry...