I saw him on the street today and he didn’t look too happy, which suprised me, it being almost Thanksgiving and all. He said,”Not everyone likes the Holiday Season, you know. It’s just one big greed-fest. We ought to be able to do better.”
I didn’t disagree. I’ll give something to the poor. I don’t work at the holiday dinners for the needy anymore. They’re like Christmas church services with volunteers lined up all over the place to say their one prayer for the year. I always get in easily to help with the dinners. I just tell whoever’s running the thing I wash pots and pans. After that sinks in, I get admitted through the back door right where the double-sinks are and start scraping those aluminum pans they bake the scalloped potatos in.
But I haven’t even done pots and pans in the last couple years. I get so down about who’s poor and who’s not, who should be doing something and who’s not, I just stay home. The man is just as wicked who does nothing. And no, I don’t watch football.
What’s even worse is the government “doing something” and all the fat bureaucrats getting fatter, slopping around at the public trough, talking about what great people they are and then not contributing one blessed thing to help anyone but themselves.
I feel sorry for all the little kids getting twisted by Christmas. What a bummer. What a life that’s not real. But I’m not a kid, and I should shut up with opinions about Christmas.
“That’s pretty much how I feel,” he said. “But there’s no use, cause we aren’t helping anything by moping around. I want to do something. I’m going out to try and figure out what it is. I’m just so depressed.. I gotta snap out of it. It seems like the whole world is going to hell in a handbasket, and there’s nothing we can do to put the brakes on.”
I have to say I agree with him. What a way to start the holidays.