Christmas, My Love, Hate Relationship.

What I Love.

We’ve all been kids at one time of our life and there’s many that remember a joyous moment of coming down the stairs to find our #1 gift underneath a glowing tree. Everyone seems a little bit happier in the Western world as we celebrate good thoughts and people. We seem motivated to show how much we care about the people we love. Many of us take a extra minute to care a little bit more about others. We have great feasts with great people celebrating everything we’ve accomplished through the years, opening up sharing bit’s about ourselves that we never before would have felt comfortable enough to do. We even tell grand stories of a man who cares so much about the world he gives gifts to everyone whose been good for the year. In many ways it’s a very beautiful experience, in many other ways it’s a nightmare.

What I Hate.

I hate that we’ve deluded ourselves to believing this is a selfless holiday. While many woke up to presents even more woke up to nothing. Children in sweatshops forced to work long hours with wages that only amount to keeping them from starving to death. Corporations using media to endorse products that are harmful to individuals and society, to increase their profit margins. Developed nations purchasing precious stones and metals that endorse slave labor across the globe, because it’s “pretty”. How we’ve instilled a fear in children to be good or they won’t get presents, instead of teaching them to be good because it will make them feel good and become a better person. How we teach that it’s okay to lie to children. How we become so embellished in consumerism we forget about the producers. How we took a holiday that was meant to celebrate a man who helped give to the poor, and heal the sick, who was murdered for his ideologies, and turned it into a holiday where we make the rich richer and poor poorer.