#XmasJammies & A Little Seasonial Social Commentary

Think everyone has already came across this whole #XmasJammies thing and already grown sick of it. I like the idea of them mocking the vain practice that is the family Christmas letter and I congratulate them on how successfully their video went viral; one hell of a start for their new business. They seem like a wonderful couple with beautiful children and I haven't an ill word to say about them and I hope they have huge success in their new venture. I just hope their production videos aren't as admittedly asinine. I cringe at the idea my mom may reference their neighbor, "Are those Christmas jammies!?" Seeing we'll see her in a few days I so hope my mom, living out on a farm with no cable and a bad Internet connection, is the one person who hasn't seen this video. They're talking about selling their services for political use. Cheesy videos mixed with politics is prime for mockery but so painful, not worth the joke. Guess we'll find out here pretty soon.

I want to take this opportunity to tell a Christmas story:

In 5th grade we lived in Pauls Valley, OK. I went to a school, Whitebead, that's considered upper class for the area. The student-to-teacher ratio is 14 to 1. Most of the kids who went there at the time were from upper-middle class families. There was one kid in my class, think his name was Pete, that didn't quite fit in. His clothes were old, his glasses were super thick and government issue. He looked a lot like a young Bubbles. Pete even had health issues that would cause him to have to miss class for days on end and he even had a learning disability. With all these hardships and how all the kids were dicks to him, he always kept a positive attitude.

After we came back from Christmas break our teacher asked us to tell the class what gifts we got. One after the other the more privileged kids rattled off stuff like a mountain bike, Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis (this was the early-90's mind you), think a couple kids even got 4-wheelers and motocross bikes. I kept looking over to Pete expecting to see a discouraged look on his face, hearing all the great stuff from his classmates he knew his parents would never be able to afford.

When it was Pete's turn we were all amazed. With the excitement like it was his best Christmas ever, he started to list a hand full of dime store items, not missing a thing; he even included candies. Everyone, including myself, got better stuff in our stockings than his lot yet in comparison he made the rest of us sound indifferent about our gifts. We felt inconvenienced by having to get in front of class but ol' Pete seen it as an opportunity to share his joy. A room filled with spoiled brats were humbled that day.

I had that same moment again today, Christmas Eve.

The wife and I went to a Family Dollar in the ghetto to pick up some Dr. Pepper and a box of noodles. The place was packed. Mothers in cars that barely run were all there with what little money they have to buy whatever gifts and treats they could afford for their kids. It's easy to diminish the needs of the poor, especially when you have jackasses buying themselves expensive jewelry, clothes, hoopties with $5,000 rims and Lucky Charms painted on the side while their kids sit in dirty diapers going hungry. There are a lot of hard working, honorable people out there on hard times who still want their kids to be happy. We've all been there or knew someone who has. 

Christmas is for these people and, more importantly, their kids. That's why the Salvation Army goes balls out this time of the year. That's why Canada has boxing day. Baby Jesus was a poor child who grew to be a poor adult. It seems like Christmas has become nothing more than what shit Santa should bring us; a practice in constraint has distilled down to how much is too much to ask for. And every year it seems like Atheists and Christians go on TV and the Internet bickering over the Pagan historic vs religious traditional elements of Christmas. Christmas hasn't changed; just ask a child in the ghetto. It's our view of Christmas that has changed. We have become a society of spoiled brats that wants everything our way, and if things aren't done our way we cry and piss our pants. We've become too egotistical.

There is nothing at all wrong with large expensive gifts. If you're lucky enough, worked hard enough to have that kind of wealth, you should be able to enjoy it. All I ask, for your children's sake, show a little humility. Doing so will give our kids a better, more fulfilling world in which to live. That, in my humble opinion, is the real reason for the season.