Message from the Ghost of Christmas Gifts

Christmas (or holidays if you prefer) has been driven more towards tablets and cell phones rather than the the holiday dinner. We have made a sport on that big sale on a TV rather than taking time to make a ginger-bread house with the kids. What's worse, a family would rather just buy a bunch of useless shit for the kids rather than save up money for a classic Christmas cabin away from ads and facebook.

I admit, being a shopaholic, it's a thrill to go to the mall with my war make-up on. But I was thinking that sometimes the gifts just remain useless and stuffed in a cob-webbed corner of a closet. Also, these gifts aren't even unique or thoughtful. Majority of my presents are damn gift cards!!! How is my present different from anyone else's or shows my true gratefulness of the person?

My Christmas past did involve presents, but after some thought, I realize I just had a handful that I still use. A leather jacket from grandma, a book of poems from my mom, and some hooker boots also from my mom (even at the age of 14, heels were a passion). But I don't remember Christmas by the presents, rather by the unique moments before and after. The Christmas moment I long for all year is the mass. I don't really go to church, but it's always been this necessity for me to go on that day. I think because the sin inside me is burning my leather jacket off. Either way, it's a simple piece of Christmas that does not require a trip to the mall.

So what I'm saying is the Dr. Seuss was right in the Christmas story "How the Grinch Stole Christmas". Christmas should not be made of gifts or how much you spend on a person. It should be about the moments we share and will cherish.

It's a Thursday night I just think. Well this one anyways. No one is home, the dogs are quiet and The wind is blowing the cold air. All I can think about is how this semester is almost over and how I am a bit bummed. My teachers are great and I'll miss the hell out of them.

It's kind of a sad life teacher's go through. Particularly the ones that give a damn. Every semester they deal with dozens of new students and in each class there are the few that stay and are passionate of what they are being taught. A bond is slowly growing and then, well...no more. That's it. The semester is over. Sometimes they will see each other again, but one could hope. Very sad.

Also, what the hell is up with all these Christmas commercials. I get that Black Friday (yeah!) is on its way, but do they seriously need to make the whole thing so...Christmas-y? At least give a commercial or two for Thanksgiving!

Besides, Christmas isn't about the competitive shopping or the decor. It's always and should stay to be about family and the reason why we all have a Christmas...for the birth of Jesus. And I am not mentioning the other holidays because I think they get their message more than us celebrating Christmas do. They are okay to me.

Well, that is all. I have to prepare for battle for the Harry Potter premier and I will try not to gush about its awesomeness.

Blogging Molly

Okay, Molly ( whomever she maybe) has nothing to do with this entry. I thought I would be cute by making it sound like that fabulous band, Flogging Molly ( what the hell is flogging?). I been thinking how no one responds to these things; to these blogs. If you think about it, I could say the most fucked up things and no one really cares. As could anyone else. People, unless we have a book coming out, have money to buy us a name,own a gaining fame store/website, or spend our time taking pictures or adorably funny youtube videos, we will not be heard. Why do we blog?

I guess its a sense of being of columnist. I haven't met every blogger in the world, but I assume we all wanted to publish a novel, write our opinions on politics and human interest, or even desired to see our work read. My whole life I just assumed that I would be a famous writer. This might be the writer in us trying to reach out to the world. We just pray that our life would take a turn like Julie Powell. If you haven't seen the movie "Julie & Julia" or read the book, its pretty decent. I will just say that Powell was dubbed by her loved ones and "the one" to write the best novel EVER. Only to be married in Brooklyn on top of a Pizzeria with a job she didn't really care for. The world of Blogging inspired Powell to sacrifice her loved ones affections and take on the public challenge of finishing all of Julia Child's recipies in a year.

Okay, what the hell am I doing? This is not a movie review or a musical review! Point is, bloggers like myself don't ask for much. Just a word out and to see anyone yells back. This is just a word out from a girl who once thought she knew it all, but maybe that was just the blogging world telling me I did.