Cookies, Christ, and Creativity

Alright so today is Christmas Eve and there’s a lot to talk about it feels like. In order to stay true to my goals and ambitions, I need to keep up on currents events and holidays going on, even if that means losing some sleep... Or a lot of it. Yay. So here’s a portion of what I plan to write about. The rest should be on its way, after I catch some zzz’s.

Anyways, Christmas tends to bring up a plethora of things to discuss in different circles. One of which is the annual argument about Santa Clause and whether the ole wanker should be portrayed as being “real” to our children. Some say its an awful thing to ever have kids believe that. Others don’t have a problem with it.

My personal take is that kids should be allowed to think and dream. Don’t force the idea on them, but allow them the freedom to think and decide what they believe in as far as Santa goes. I hear people going on and on about why we should be drilling Jesus as the reason for the season into children’s minds and totally remove Santa because he’s a blatant lie. But again I say, why do kids’ imaginations and dreams have to be squelched so soon? They have the rest of their lives to learn things the hard way. If anything, encourage dreaming and thinking. I’d say that for me, my imaginative mind helps my belief in spiritual things. I naturally want to believe that things better than this world exists. Extraordinary things. Things like angels and heaven and grace and salvation that was made for me even before I sinned.

Therefore Jesus shouldn’t at all be diminished. For He truly IS the reason for this gift giving, snow falling season. I’d say Jesus would be like the Christmas Tree and Santa and all that other Christmas fantasy would be like the ornaments. They compliment the main visual. The gifts under the tree are the virtues and memories we take away from this time of the year. So whether you feel you need to break the news to your kids about the fat red man or just leave unleavened bread out for him instead of cookies, remember: It never hurts to let kids dream a little (or a lot). Let them use their imaginations. Listen to their ridiculous ideas. Brainstorm about the impossible with them. And keep in mind that ultimately it won’t be Santa who’ll help them figure things out. It’ll be God.

Praying For Possession

Concerning Christmas.

Spirits fly all around, just out of reach

They even swoop down, but we never meet

Elusive and mysterious

I can’t seem to feel

In spite of all the colors

And the scents, so real

Spirits invisible with wings, they’ve started to go

They’d prefer me to sing, but I don’t like it to show

Maybe the snow needs to fall

Or maybe my head is broken

Perhaps its just a fluke

That I’ve missed the season’s token

Spirits apparent in other faces, like candle-filled pumpkins

They’ve been gathered from other places, the season is up to somethin’

If only I could sense

And be a part of the festive lights

But I feel stuck in over-drive

Too hyper to appreciate the holiday sights

Colorful Christmas

This is a festive poem I wrote as an attempt at being more lighthearted and not too dark in my writing.

I wished for a white Christmas

But it could not be so

For that fat man Santa

Did not send us any snow

I wished for a green Christmas

But it wasn’t meant to be

For as I hung the X-mas lights,

I burned down our great green tree

I wished for a black Christmas

But was not heard by Santa

For Davis could not come and visit

He was stuck in Louisiana

I wished for a red Christmas

But it just didn’t come true

For while flying in the cold weather,

Rudolph’s nose turned blue

I wished for a blue Christmas

But the sky didn’t lend its light

For clouds came over the stars

And covered up their blue light

I wished for a yellow Christmas

While laying awake in bed

But then wished it wouldn’t have happened

For my dog peed upon my head