So I’ve read several accounts of people (or do we call them comrades now?) who object to people hanging lights outside and city tree lighting ceremonies. I know, I know, poor people can’t afford to decorate their houses so it hurts their sensibilities. And the city tree lighting ceremonies, well, everyone who comes to watch will catch their death of Covid. Or something. Yup.
You might be able to tell that I disagree with these above stated issues.
I remember being poor. I remember going to visit my aunt and uncle for Christmas who lived in a run down part of the city. My dad drove our old beater car past houses that had seen better days, and yet there were lights outside on some, homemade wreaths on some windows, and other signs that showed people were happy to be a part of something bigger than themselves. And now that more and more people can afford these extra signs of happiness, they are going to be shut down.
I do remember being poor. I was living alone in a tiny apartment, working at a very low paying job, despite having a college degree. I managed to put aside some money for my own Christmas tree. It was small, but it warmed my soul. I couldn’t afford lights for it, so I bought some red ribbon and tied bows onto the branches. I thought it was beautiful.
Christmas Eve, my fairly new boyfriend came over. I opened the door, and he handed me a package of lights for the tree. Together, we put them on the tree. It looked perfect with little white lights and red bows.
This got a little long winded. But, here’s my question: When a person manages to make other people feel guilty for being happy, how does that person feel? When a few people get a city to not have a tree lighting ceremony (for whatever stupid, socialist reason), how do those people feel? Are they happy? Do they sit back and congratulate themselves for making people feel miserable for living their lives?
“Oh thank God, I mean, thank god, I mean that’s the ticket. No more of these holiday lights for anyone! Ha ha, on to the next holiday to destroy!
Ok, I’ve got that out of my system. But one thing I have to say is the boyfriend who brought me the lights is Sven.
Merry Christmas !! While we still can.
Musings over 50 