Santa Cause

In honor of the upcoming holiday season I thought I would sit down and get out my many varied thoughts on the subject. I KNOW! Aren't you excited. For the past couple of years, being in the employee of Wal-Mart, the Christmas Season has been completely ruined for me. When I was a kid, as for many of us, Christmastime was literally the greatest time of the year. You got off from school a long time, you got a shitton of really great food, and you got fuckin presents. Who doesn't like getting free shit?! I was so dedicated to the magic of Christmas that nothing could blind me, then Wal-Mart sucked that magic right outta me. But what can ya do, sit here and bitch? That doesn't do any good, but I can say that out of the direct ray of the dangerous level of commercialization that has become Christmas I think this year I may be able to enjoy it once again. Now there's also a few other factors that have jaded my seasonal spirit. One is that for the past couple of years it's been balmy as fuck in Texas till about the first week of December and I'm sorry but Summer and Fall's retarded son doesn't do it for me. I want cold, and not windy cold which all we seem to get in North Texas (Winter 09 excluded). One of the primary reasons when I was a young adult was that the image of Santa Claus had been destroyed. It's an inevitable thing, a young person realizing that he's been lied to about Santa Claus, and for some it comes a lot later than others. For me I suppose it would either have been sixth or seventh grade. Pretty late I know, but I so firmly believed in Santa that it was insane. I remember defending him to kids at school who said he wasn't real. Looking back I can firmly state that I believed more in Santa Claus than I ever did in Jesus or God. Here was a ethereal being who literally showed proof of his existence every single year to everyone who believed in him. An actual factual working miracle. And not those bullshit miracles like a sunset or a baby. A real unexplainable manifestation of his awesome power. And he brought gifts like bikes and Batman toys not the gift of salvation which you can't even enjoy till you're dead (BORING). So naturally I was crushed when I found out, but I didn't make it apparent I just kept on pretending like nothing happened. And....and...shit I forgot where this was going. I think it was something about the Christmas Season, which I plan to enjoy. But douche nozzles make it hard. I have this image in my mind, like a number of people I guess, of a snowy morning in some random town of a big two story house with a big family drinking hot cocoa and having huge breakfasts. And I suppose that it is just a wild and, albeit, remarkable gay dream on paper but it's something.