Hustleman Scrooge?

Although I’m as optimistic as the next brother, it’s hard to ignore the fact that A LOT of people are catching it rough this year. Many people are losing their jobs; everyone I know is on a strict Holiday budget, myself included. Oh… the joy of the Holidays!

Anyway… as the holiday approaches I hear more and more people just ready to get it over with ASAP. I remember this time of year as a little dude, everyone seemed more joyful, whether frontin’ or not you could definitely feel the so-called “Holiday Spirit” in the air. I lived in Denver, Colorado then and the presence of snow really made it feel like the special season we all have seen on the television. Now here it is, everyone is either depressed, frustrated or on their way to getting that way because they know they’ll be broke (or damn close) in a few days. Bah-humbug! No doubt. Other than my god-children, everyone is getting cards this year. I love you all, but not that much LOL. Just playin’.

I just noticed this about myself a few years ago, but the older I get the more I dread the Holidays. It’s just not the same and add on the fact that I really don’t have any children around me (the Holidays are really all about them). When did the Holidays become something you want to rush through instead of something you look forward to enjoying? All I see now is the greed involved in it. It’s not about family so much anymore; it’s about spending your money to really feel like you had a “good” Holiday. Eh… maybe it’s just me.

Say what you want, but when I have children they won’t know who the hell Santa is. Don’t get me wrong, I would never deprive my children of the joy of the Holidays, but I want to keep it as real with my children as possible. I want them to be able to see reality and overstand it, not fill their heads with fantasies that there is someone out there who’s watching you all year; keeping track of your every deed. Then he comes to bring all the good kids in the world gifts in the night and you never see him, hear him but you have to thank him. I’m not with that bullshit, so miss me with that. I want my children to know that the gifts they receive came from people that love and care for them. The gifts were given out of sacrifice and thoughtfulness, not from a mystery spook who they don’t know.

My last good memory was when I was back home in Denver and grown. It was around 11pm on Christmas Eve and I was wrapping up last minute presents for my little brother who was sleep in the bed. My father and his wife (my step mother) were in the kitchen along with my Grandmother. They were finishing up cookies for dinner the next day while my dad did some early preparation for the dishes he was making. By the way, my dad can cook his ass off! The mood was positive and it felt good to be around my family. And even better to see my little brother because I didn’t see him much… and I still don’t. He’s way on the other side of the States in Cali with our mother. That time right there meant more to me than any other Christmas before. It was no longer about the gifts and the running around trying to find things for people, wondering if I was spending too much money. It was simply the time I spent with them that made it special. Unfortunately I haven’t felt that feeling in years and it’s nothing that anyone can buy you. The best things in life truly are free.

Just curious; if you feel like sharing I’d love to hear about one of your good holiday memories. I could use a little upliftment. Peace and blessings Fam! Keep it moving and keep it simple – If they only knew.

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