Greetings. I come before you with a humbled heart and an open mouth, hungry for just one drop of ambrosia or something comparable (Mudder's Milk, perhaps.)
Today begins my three day festival of Christmastime. The 23rd of every year is my extended family's reunion/get-together/smorgasbord, and in just a few short hours I will sit and sup and feast like a king. As one who loves to eat, especially good, home-cooked stuff, this is an event I look forward to every year.
Follow that up with two days of presents and more food and you've got a satisfied-but-oft-miserable Logan. (I too much, leave me alone.) Good times all around. Hopefully we'll get to play some Rook, too.
I find myself thinking about presents and gifts and stuff and really wish we didn't live in a society where this was the understood and accepted thing to do. I mean, I love giving and getting gifts, but how many of those gifts are given/received for the right reasons? How many are done out of mandate? Where's the love from that? Why are we obligated to buy so many gifts? Is Christmastime just a season of money exchanging and fulfilling traditions? Sadly, I think so.
Anyway, that's not the point of this. I don't expect that to ever change, partially because I know my family would never go for it, and partially because our society is too far gone in that direction. So I continue to follow the traditions and dream of ways to rock the catbox a little for next year.
I hope you all have a truly, madly, deeply wonderful Christmas. I know I will.
In the spirit of Christmas, I've had a song stuck in my head for a few days, which I've taken the liberty to record and post up on that youtube thingy. It's embedded below, if you'd like to give 'er a listen. I think it sounds pretty good, and hopefully you do too.
So, I hope this post wasn't too depressing. A cynical view on Christmas and a song about double suicide. Wow. That's in no way where I intended to go. I think perhaps I should just stop now. Look for a full week next week. A book review or two. A summary of 2010's reading, with all the bells and whistles. Promises promises.
Have a great Christmas, everybody. Seriously. Enjoy the thing that makes you love and feel loved and remember to think about Jesus every once in a while.