Ok, I know sometimes my points of view are more radical that others but please don't hate me when I say what I am about to say. But you can say you have read it straight from the Melody's pen.
Christmas ended its chaos in what I believe to be one the most ironic and twisted entities.
Shopping at Christmas time.
Before Christmas we set out for the goods produced by the high temple of sweatshop, retail stores.
We stealthily enter each store in separate groups like choir members and crew. With our goods in our bags, we maneuvered through the malls without consequence.
With timely precision we processed to our designated stores: Gap, Futer Shop, Zellers, WalMart and so on. I would sometimes stop and gazed at the passerbys as groups mellifluously blended with the others, all converging upon stores that will shower them with the perfect gift.
We paraded down Main Street joyfully singing "Shop till you drop," and as I ponder "What Would Jesus Buy."
While Christmas music vociferously spues about "what a happy jolly Christmas imploring our audience of shoppers to envision a world without sweatshops, without towns in peril, and without a product-filled Christmas.
Usually, the last night before Christmas I take time to sit and write out the day???s events and thoughts were, "What a strange thing called Christmas!" But as a friend of mine says, sometimes we must get a little strange in order to make a change. We must break out of the patterns that have been prescribed for us and not by us. We must do this so that we ensure the authenticity of everything we do and preserve our rights in a time when they are disappearing.
Life (especially at Christamas time), is not supposed to be like a product that was mass-produced on an assembly line, and neither was Christmas (if I undertsand it correctly It is not supposed to be a dull, predictable meal that you get at a fast food restaurant. It is not supposed to be lived under the fluorescent lights of a big box store, where individuals have limited rights and are valued only as consumers. Life is supposed to be unpredictable, unique, creative, and???LIVED especially at Christmas time.