11/26/2005—
I’m listening to Christmas music on the radio right now. It’s kinda depressing. One, so much it is repetitive. They’re all singing the same songs. Two, so many of the songs have no substance. They often don’t deal with what Christmas is all about, Jesus’ birth. That’s just sad. I’m not sure whether there are just so many Christmas songs that aren’t really about Christmas, or if the singers just aren’t choosing to sing those kinds of songs.
How can my life right now better reflect the meaning of Christmas? I think it’s always been about presents for me and it should be about more than that. But, Christmas with my Mom and Dad—well, maybe it hasn’t been about presents, but I don’t think it has been about much else either. Nothing that sets it apart. In the last several years, the ‘tradition’ we’ve done more consistently than any other, besides opening presents late Christmas Eve, is driving around to see Christmas lights. I do enjoy that, with my parents’ selection of music playing in the car CD player, but where’s the meaning in it that isn’t in other holidays, or in other days, even?
I shall give all this some more thought.
Adieu.