You

You don't remember me
but I remember you

'twas not so long ago,
you broke my heart in two

Tears on my pillow
pain in my heart

Caused by you
you
you
you

'Tis the season

Here it comes again: the time of the year I hate the most. Please make an effort to understand me here. I'm a Christian who loves the Lord very much, and I pray to be useful to Him and serve Him in any way that I can. But I do not believe in and/or celebrate Christmas. If you want to know why...read my top reasons (though there are a few more I chose not to include for the sake of the length of this blog). Some of the reasons I can't stand Christmas:

Fake holiday spirit. I gotta know…what’s with this fake holiday spirit? You know no one is actually happy?!? People are all pissed off because the sale ended early, they were not able to find that gift for their special relative/friend/co-worker/tax attorney, they didn’t put the turkey in the oven soon enough so now dinner will be late, the in-laws are coming over (and they smell funny), and now there is traffic on the freeway DAMMIT!!! But why do people gotta fake it? Why must they pretend that they’re happy, you’re happy, we’re all happy? You walk into a store, you’re greeted at the door by some poor minimum wage employee who is paid to stand there, look happy and great you with…
"Ho ho ho"
"Merry Christmas" or
"Happy Holidays"
Whats with these greetings anyway? I mean, really, who came up with ho ho ho? It's stupid. We all know it, but people would rather pretend that it's cool to preface everything they say with Merry Christmas than make a conscience effort to disengage themselves from the idiocy of the tradition. You need some groceries? Fine, no problem. But there is no need to start by wishing me happy holidays before you ask where the toothpaste is. You say it me, and if I don't reciprocate, I get treated as if I'm rude. Don't push your traditions on me. There are plenty of people who don't celebrate Christmas in this country. A lot of them aren't even Christians, so why should Americans force it on them? And some of us ARE Christian, and don't celebrate Christmas either, because we know better than to conform to some non-Biblical-ritualistic- idolatrous-mindlessly traditional holiday just because everyone else does it. --- It’s everywhere you go. You can’t forget its Christmas. You can't pretend you didn’t notice all the glitter. You can’t leave your house without being blasted by someone who thinks you actually care if they wish you a happy holiday. There is no Christmas spirit. It’s a lie, like almost everything else about Christmas.

Lies lies lies. Speaking of lies, lets hurry and tell little Tommy that there actually IS a real man who dresses like an idiot, has a phony method of transportation, and somehow manages to break into peoples homes by sliding down their chimney to deposit perfectly wrapped gifts under the tree so when we all wake up on Christmas morning, we can unwrap them and have a merry ole time. Never mind that Mommy and Daddy have been working overtime for the last month but have no extra savings to account for it. And please try to ignore the price tags on the clothing, or the fact that everyone has to go back to the stores to return or exchange items because Santa made a boo boo and Tommy wears a small, not a medium. But don’t dream of telling your children the truth, you wouldn’t want to psychologically impair them by not keeping up the lie. And don’t mention the fact that they might actually believe you and inevitably get verbally bashed by their peers in school the next day as they proudly show off their new acquisitions. Trust and honesty have no place in this holiday.

Christmas is Biblically incorrect. Don't argue with me, I know what I'm talking about. Jesus never left any instructions that we should celebrate His birthday. He taught a lot of things, but a fat man in a red suit wasn't one of them. In fact, the customs of Christmas pre-date the birth of Jesus Christ. Since it was noted by the pre-Christian Romans and other pagans that daylight began to increase after December 22nd (the day they assumed that the sun god died), when daylight began to increase again, they chose to believe that their sun god had risen from the dead as the new-born and venerable sun. So there was excitement and celebration, gift giving and merriment, all for some sun-god dude. Did you know that the evergreen tree is a phallic symbol for fertility worship, and mistletoes were hung in doorways of temples and homes to invoke powers of fertility in those who stood beneath and kissed, causing the spirits of the god and goddess to enter them? The word "Christmas" is a combination of the words "Christ" and "Mass. The word "Mass" means death and was coined originally by the Roman Catholic Church, and belongs exclusively to the Church of Rome. A simple study of the tactics of the Romish Church reveals that in every case, the church absorbed the customs, traditions and general paganism of every tribe, culture and nation in their efforts to increase the number of people under their control. Well people, not a lot has changed. Christmas in our day is a collage of traditions and practices taken from many cultures and nations. Christmas is in fact pagan and heathenistic involving several meaningless rituals, rites, old customs and traditions, and yes my friends, a whole lot of idolatry.

Christmas is historically incorrect. Not only is Christmas Biblically incorrect, it’s historically incorrect as well. The date of December 25th comes from Rome and was a celebration of the Italic god, Saturn, and the rebirth of the sun god; that happened long before the birth of Jesus. To say that Jesus was born on December 25th is a lie! According to historians, the true date is sometime in September. There are only two stories in the Bible that talk about birthdays, and they are both negative. If that’s not enough to realize birthdays aren’t really promoted by Jesus and his followers, I don’t know what is. Why cant people actually read the bible? This is not to take away from the birth of Jesus; in fact, because of His birth we were able to see the pattern of a God-man, and through His death we were put into an organic union with Him. But if Christians would stop going to church in such a traditional way and start reading the Bible, I think they would discover it's about a whole lot more than just the birth of baby Jesus.

Christmas songs get stuck in my head. Not only do I normally not like them, but when I walk into the gas station to pay and in that short amount of time some stupid jingle gets stuck in my head for hours on end, it frustrates me like no other. Why do people have to sing about being happy? Why do they have to sing about Santa and reindeer and gifts and stuff? If you people like it so much, just do it and stop singing about it. I'm telling you right now, people who are THAT jolly are covering up for something else. Possibly that they are not in fact as happy as they want to appear? If you're happy, I'm happy for you. But if you're pretending to be happy and trying to convince me, it's not gonna work, and you'll just irritate me. --- Oh, and then everyone gets involved. Suddenly celebs want to sing about it as well, so we have more and more songs adding to this great collection of songs on a very over done topic. So the melody gets stuck in your head, the commercial jingles get stuck in your head, people are walking around upset about something but trying to hide it underneath their "christmas spirit", and you cant think straight because you've got frosty the snowman doings rounds in your head. So you leave the store, get in the car and turn on the radio to help wash the garbage out, only to find that your favorite radio stations are compromised as a result of this dreaded holiday! What do you get? Not the latest from P. Diddy, no sir, you get something about Santa sliding down the chimney tonight. Auuuuuugh!!!

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helpless

I hear the unmistakable sound of screeching brakes
I look up just in time to see the cars collide and ricochet off each other
I hear the breaking of glass, the crunching of metal
I drop my bag on the ground
I run
My heart is beating louder than the sound my feet make as they hit the pavement
thud thud thud
I'm getting closer, the car looks oddly familiar
I can see smoke rising from the hood
thud thud thud
Logic tells me someone should be out of the car by now
Almost there
Why is no one moving?
Time has stopped...I'm here
There is an eerie silence
I walk cautiously to the car
The face of the driver is turned facing me
My friend
The window is cracked
And there is what my mind tells me must be blood slowly sliding down your face
Your eyes are closed and if the blood weren’t there you could be sleeping
I bang on the window, stupid it may be but I need you to wake up, to tell me how this happened, to tell me you're okay
Why aren't you moving?
I open the car door, but it slips out of my hands and almost slams closed, only then do I realize it's dented, twisted metal
I try again and manage a gap big enough to lean into
I hear myself screaming your name
Why am I screaming?
I reach over you and unbuckle your seat belt
Thank God, your chest is rising and falling...but
why aren't you waking up?
The airbag is in my way, I push it aside
I grab your arms and shake you
Why aren’t you moving?
My cell phone is in my hand, I dial the number
I don’t need to calm down, I'm fine
No, I don't know the nearest crosstreet
Why is my name important?
Please come, please
My friend really needs help
Please wake up
Your chest has stopped moving up and down
There’s so much blood
I don't know what to do
There is still the mustard stain on your shirt from lunch
The other cars slowly creep by
Someone stops to help but can only stare
I’m sitting on the pavement holding your hands
I cant stop my tears
Why wont someone come?
Why is there so much blood?
There must be something I can do
And then it comes, softly at first but the wailing grows louder
A hand lifting me off the floor
I'm sitting on the curb, someone is asking me questions I cannot answer
A blur of activity
An ambulance
A stretcher
Why aren’t they moving faster?
A big black bag
Why?
Oh God!
What are they doing? This cant be right.
Now the wailing is louder only...it's coming from me.