Merry Christmas Eve!! So, I am in a lovely mood now, after a few fun hours with family. 🙂 Earlier today, however, my outlook wasn’t quite as merry and bright.
First off, I am a very inexperienced/bad blogger and forgot my camera cord at work. So…no pictures :(. But here’s a pictureless recap of my dinner last night…you’ll have to rely on my excellent powers of description for a visual.
On the menu was a veggie lover’s heaven, with plenty of cheese thrown in for good measure. The table at my parents’ house was full of creamy chicken and broccoli casserole, along with a fabulous dish called cabbage au graton–baked cabbage topped with bubbling layers of cheese and a crispy cracker finishing layer.
The rest of the night's entertainment centered around this:
One of the greatest movies ever, in my opinion. Although, no matter how old you get, isn’t it just a little weird watching movies like this with your parents? Every once in a while, there seems to magically be something you need to do in the kitchen right when a particularly cringe-worthy part is coming.
Anyway, when I woke up this morning, I was full of the Christmas spirit and prepared to do some last-minute shopping. However, as soon as I stepped foot in our destination I felt myself start to lose my sanity bit by bit:
Wal-Mart. Ahh, what do you do with this place? You can go to a local specialty store, and sigh and complain when you have to pay a tiny bit more, but congratulate yourself on staying away from the evil mega-monster that gets its holiday joy from putting its more wholesome counterparts out of business.
And then next time? You end up back at Wal-Mart, embarrassed and vaguely sad, because you know the megamonster will indeed deliver on its promise to save you five hard-earned dollars.
My problem with Wal-Mart this morning wasn’t ethical or money-based–basically, it revolved around the fact that I couldn’t move through the aisles and I could feel MY blood pressure rising when I stepped on some poor guy’s foot. And then five unrecognizable people that I should know, but did not know, said hi to me, which also irritated me. Then I had to stop myself for a minute.
Seriously, it was the worst case of Christmas grinchiness ever. I was ashamed of it, because when I was a little kid, I loved those last-minute stocking-stuffer trips to Wal-Mart–they were full of excitement and cheer. So why does that fade the older we get? I don’t want it to fade. I want to happily give the bell ringer my change, because he is standing out there freezing for charity while I grumble about taking off a glove to dump in 50 cents.
So the moral of this rambling Christmas story is…let’s all be like little kids and remember the true point, and spirit, of the holiday.
So I leave you with this:
Luke 2:14: Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.