Christmas

I know you can feel it coming. It's that holiday that almost no one can escape in America and the Western World. The music, the decorations and the "holiday cheer" permeate the minds of our society. It's like a lot of people magically become happy in the month of December. What is there to be happy about in the coldness and disparity of December?

Debt. Debt controls people. There are people that control debt too, often to the point that people stay in debt. Why is the American market so important? We as a people have been apt to get into debt compared to the rest of the world. We value the instantaneous value of a purchase rather than the long term commitment. Never mind that your job could be lost at any moment and your savings account is slim. Go ahead and purchase that car and finance it longer than the engine will hold up. I'm sure Santa and Jesus will team up to bail you out like all the other industries in America. Oh wait, our social and military programs bankrupt the system? That's too bad. Looks like people are going to be disappointed Christmas morning.

You're probably wondering who spit in my egg-nog right? Well for one, it's probably non-alcoholic. And for two, my egg-nog has been spit in on Christmas continually. Christmas is just another time for people to be ashamed by the fact that the world doesn't smile upon everyone's pocket books. By the fact that there are children which have a loving home that feeds them, but they feel cheated by the fact that there will be no new video games under the tree (or lack thereof). It's a time where I no longer get to spend time with my family because I work. Christmas is further from religion and "Christ" than prostitution is from being a nun. It's perverted our senses and expectations. Rather than leave milk and cookies for the fat man coming down your non-existent chimney, leave a 9mm with a bullet. The note will read:

"Dear Santa,

Your holiday and everything you stand for is a lie. Children are ultimately disappointed and let down by the false morals and monetary expectations from Christmas. Everyone has to be with their family on this one day more than any other day for some stupid reason. Please, all I want for Christmas is to be put out of my misery. Or just something that will make me forget the times where Mom and Dad didn't scream at each other; when it seemed that everything was going to be all right; when it seemed that family and love superseded consumerism and greed; where people fuck up every day and are forgiven. Because that's what love is.

Don't judge me because I'm pessimistic Santa. After all, it's pretty hard to believe that an obese white man in a red suit flys around with a bottomless bag with reindeer delivering presents to all the good kids. Get on a fucking diet Kringle.

Signed,

Julian Poon"