Does anyone else have kids who turn into little monsters after Christmas? I can't believe how awful they are today! Grrr. Over sugared, spoiled and tired. That's it! Next year, no presents. No candy. More rest.
Really. They got so much that it is just ridiculous. I feel embarrassed. All of this extravagance is so distracting from the essence of this time of year. Everything that I love about Christmas. The magic. The spirit. The mood that I apparently try to re-create through the disproportionate amount of food and presents. It has robbed me of fully experiencing what I set out to encounter. The value of appreciating what you have. Enjoying the gift of nature, of life. Gratitude and joy!
Instead, I am left with this post-Christmas hangover of greed, consumerism, and over-indulgence. A deflated sense of disapointment looms over my head like a Eeyore's raincloud. Do you know how many bags of garbage are going out in the trash tomorrow morning? I am embarrassed at the pile that will be sitting on my curb. Of packaging and non-recyclables. Not to mention all that plastic toy goodness that will spend the next 6 months in my basement and three thousand years thereafter in the landfill. Thank goodness the garbage man comes early and the days are short, so it should still be dark at pick up time! If I am lucky, my neighbours won't notice. I am so sorry planet!
It's no wonder there is such thing as a New Year's resolution. How could you not want to turn over a new leaf after all of this gluttony? Yep. Next year I want to try something new. No presents. No excess. This is my New Year's resolution. Can someone please remind me of this when the mad Christmas rush starts again next season?
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