My Take On An Ideal Christmas.

My take on an ideal Christmas.

So, I saw a lot of people blogging about their ideal Christmas. It, frankly, tempted me—though I'm quite aware this'll go unread. Just a place to share my thoughts.

Christmas is a celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ. You know, the guy that died for our sins and was initially condemned for it but later returned in full glory, embracing every nook and cranny of the world as a religious breakthrough. The main idea he propagated was basically that we care for everyone, spread love and abide by some basic principles—most important of which was to stay humble and kind.

Then, tell me, why do we feel the need to be extravagant on the very occasion that is supposed to celebrate the birth of someone who is the humblest of all?

The idea of people throwing small, domestic parties is quite fine—comforting and valuable, in fact. Cosy gatherings with your family and friends, all huddled up close with fulfilling and hearty but not necessarily extravagant food, a piping hot cup of coffee and a crackling fireplace, whilst helping out those in your locality with warm food and clothes—even the street pets; the perfect idea of Christmas. Being grateful for all you have but not indulging too much.

Usually, I'd never comment on these things—it's none of my business on how people splurge their money. But recently I've been seeing posts about people having extravagant, over-the-top and simply infuriatingly indulgent Christmases. Not just that—these are the same people who refuse to help someone in need. They'll come up with excuses like, "Oh, I'm not rich enough to help this person."; or worse, "Oh, I don't have anything to give to this poor stray.—and then they proceed to make themselves look like a kind person by sharing quotes like, "give back as much as you can." Very ironic, isn't it, considering that a sandwich for a starving homeless person is barely 3 dollars at a Walmart and a sausage even lesser for the poor shivering dog on the streets? Don't you realise that the time you spend preaching, you can use that time to actually help people in need and make a difference? Even the smallest difference counts, people! Make a change! Splurge less on things you already have and start splurging on kindness—no matter how less you can give away!

Anyway, this felt more like a rant than a take on an ideal Christmas. This post is just futile. People don't change. But I need to channel the angry humanitarian inside me, so—Here goes nothing.

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