Christmas Kirk And here he is back, as every year, on time: he is, Christmas. What to do with this festival which now seems thus be exploited and destroyed? Many of us think that perhaps I should throw it away, into oblivion. To pretend that Christmas is a day like many others. Except that in reality you can not, because we are surrounded by Christmas decorations, music, gifts, all in the end draws us. We think that in our Ralt melancholy Christmas is restricted by the loneliness, while all the others really love this festival, and really feel the deep meaning, we let ourselves be carried away by sadness again, even in this day and should to be special.
Maybe it does. Perhaps he is right who says that we can not enjoy Christmas because we do not have no one to share it, because we are dissatisfied with our lives. But nobody is saying that all those who live Christmas as a time of happiness live it in its entirety. What is Christmas? It 'might be considered the Christmas get together at home with our loved ones to celebrate our Feichi? And 'go out with friends to go shopping and celebrate with joy our gifts? E 'Christmas immensely glad to know that, yes, we are satisfied with our lives and how it has given us so much?
I think Christmas is not that. Not because these things are bad, maybe a little 'selfish, but this is not the rpoblema. I think Christmas is the time right to open his eyes. Whoever we are, whatever we do, at Christmas we must be aware of what happens around us.
And here I am I, who live far away from my family, that I'm alone, I do not have anyone to celebrate, instead of waking up on Christmas day in tears, I think, who am I, why am I here, what I done so far to get to this point? As I helped my life, as I have done? I respected the life of another? Did I do something to improve it? I did something that was worth living? I'll leave something useful after my death?
And here I am I, who are at the table with all my relatives to celebrate, and we toasting with champagne, instead of toast with them I have to stop and think: who am I, why am I here, what have I done so far to get to this point? As I helped my life, as I have done? I rispettto's lives? Did I do something to improve it? I did something that was worth living? I'll leave something useful after my death?
And here I am I tonight I decided to go with my better half to watch the lights of scintilanti Tourre Eiffel: I stop for a second because that's what has to be Christmas, must be reflection and change. And I ask myself the same questions, because those questions have no boss, belongs to everyone.
Maybe there's someone who really Vivie Christmas, the kids, but not any children, those who truly believe in Santa Claus, and wonder: I've been pretty good this year?
Also we should ask for at Christmas, rather than squander happiness senseless by all parties. What is the point to be happy for one day, be happy to have so many friends, be bright for the evening, if then the return of the holiday we are thieves, murderers, swindlers?
Everyone is sad at Christmas is perhaps unfortunate, but at least knows that his unhappiness is not given a moment of madness, but it has its root, a source confirmed. Those who are happy at Christmas just because it's Christmas, it's crazy, insane mind can be manipulated by a word of six letters, starts to crave for that word, makes it one of the important moments of his life only because of its existence and not for its content. It works because of the word, it loads the word of meaning according to their actions.
This is what I had left to say about Christmas, the rest I think they have all said the other, in their speeches on TV, on the street, bar, newspapers.
