Playing the Game

 

Christmas comes once a year and the message is family, love, the birth of Christ (approximately because we don't really know the actual date and time), and promises to get together more...  and then there are the new year's resolutions that few keep.

So, once a year, we attempt to behave like we should the other 364 days.

Christmas has become a fatal flaw of our lives an irony for what we try to convey.

Why are we like that?

I have the same problem with Christmas that I have with going to church on Sunday, except there are 52 of those days, providing we go to Sunday church when we are on vacation.

On Sundays, we promise to behave the other six days of the week like we are behaving on Sundays, knowing that will never happen.

We commit RELIGIOUS LIES every week.

Ok...  I get it...  We act horribly during the week, knowing that on Sunday we can ask to be forgiven...

Well, that makes sense.

Pardon me, but I don't think I can do that and I'll go one step further, I refuse to do that.  I try to act the same every day of the week, regardless of whether it is Sunday or not and regardless of if it is Christmas or not.  I also refuse to tell someone, we need to get together more, when I don't really mean it and will never follow through.

It is precisely for this reason, that my family does not want to have anything to do with me on Christmas - I refuse to play the game.  However, I must admit I played the game while our parents were alive.

So, yes, that makes me hypocritical too!!!

My wife understands me because she basically feels the same way as I do, although she is willing to play the game - but understands and accepts why I do not.