Post by flyingfox17 on Dec 25, 2005 23:48:06 GMT -5
Well, people, we've all seen this coming. It's the holidays. Again. And let's face it: At least during some point of this month, we've all succumb to some sort of panic attack or another. Doesn't matter who or how, anxiety seems to be the spirit of the season nowadays. Between commercialism, capitalism, hedonism, bribery, and mass conspiracy, a lot of thought goes into how happy everyone could be if the bloody thing would just hurry up and be over with. It's at the point where it affects those who don't even have faith even relating to Christmas anymore. The Carols themselves and the holiday's name are about the only remaining ties left, an even they are coming under debate. Holiday specials, holiday savings, holiday traffic, holiday madness...
Make you wonder what we're missing. Should, anyway.
Think back a few hundred years. Winter was a time of death, in many senses. Crops failed, cold descended, illnesses abounded, and the outside world was not to be tread, in fear of no return. Months were spent in preparation for the sole purpose of surviving the season itself. Everyone had to contribute, pool resources, work together for their continuation. And in their efforts, they bonded, year after year. They grew closer from the very same combined efforts that kept them alive. Knowing they had each other to rely on, depend on, to help see them through until the snow finally left. No gifts needed, no credit cards, no last-minute shopping or even cards. Just mutual support and interaction.
Granted, none of that may be true. But it's still a point.
There's more to the holiday's then snow and carols. It's a chance to show people how much they really mean to us, how much we truly care, to gain new respect, new friends, remember old ones, and carry each through until the rest of the year, at least; even if it is a heavily commercialized one. In this day, this society, in the frantic lives we find ourselves being thrown into, it's not really a chance we get often. To be able to gather with everyone we hold dear, even if it's only in spirit. By all means, buy and give gifts, cards, and fruitcakes, if you can find anyone to eat the latter, as they are just another method of expression. Just don't forget the original message we should be expressing. The most important part of the holiday, the season, the reason we should be celebrating in the first place; the greatest part of life itself.
Foxes.
I'm sure there's something else too, but it's probably not as important. Regardless, Happy holidays, and Merry Fox-mas, everyone.
Make you wonder what we're missing. Should, anyway.
Think back a few hundred years. Winter was a time of death, in many senses. Crops failed, cold descended, illnesses abounded, and the outside world was not to be tread, in fear of no return. Months were spent in preparation for the sole purpose of surviving the season itself. Everyone had to contribute, pool resources, work together for their continuation. And in their efforts, they bonded, year after year. They grew closer from the very same combined efforts that kept them alive. Knowing they had each other to rely on, depend on, to help see them through until the snow finally left. No gifts needed, no credit cards, no last-minute shopping or even cards. Just mutual support and interaction.
Granted, none of that may be true. But it's still a point.
There's more to the holiday's then snow and carols. It's a chance to show people how much they really mean to us, how much we truly care, to gain new respect, new friends, remember old ones, and carry each through until the rest of the year, at least; even if it is a heavily commercialized one. In this day, this society, in the frantic lives we find ourselves being thrown into, it's not really a chance we get often. To be able to gather with everyone we hold dear, even if it's only in spirit. By all means, buy and give gifts, cards, and fruitcakes, if you can find anyone to eat the latter, as they are just another method of expression. Just don't forget the original message we should be expressing. The most important part of the holiday, the season, the reason we should be celebrating in the first place; the greatest part of life itself.
Foxes.
I'm sure there's something else too, but it's probably not as important. Regardless, Happy holidays, and Merry Fox-mas, everyone.