Happy Holidays

There seems to be a controversy among many of you, demanding that we put ‘Christ’ back in Christmas. I would like to attempt to explain difference between “Merry Christmas” and “Happy Holidays”.

Christmas is the act of honoring God and the birth of our Savior. It is about helping our fellow man in their time of need. If it is your intent to donate your purchases to charity or volunteering at your local shelter or even helping the elderly by providing some friendship, then I say to you, “Merry Christmas and May God Bless you.”

However, when you come through the checkout lane with your cart filled with decorations, candy and ornaments or you push and shove your fellow shoppers just to get to that one toy so you can give it to someone that doesn’t really need it, just so you can have some self-gratification on December 25th; then you my friend are celebrating the man-made HOLIDAY created for the soul purpose of profit. Quite the opposite of the Christmas spirit.

So please do not proclaim to the world that the people of retail are Devil worshippers or anti-American when they say to you, “Happy Holidays”.

Words are just words; it’s our actions that will bring Christ back to Christmas and it’s up to each of us to keep him in our hearts.

 

A Retail Life

Around my workplace there is a buzz about my book ‘The Incoherant Rambling of an Old Man’ and a few of my co-workers asked me if I could dedicate something to them. So here is my dedication to you, Anna Bannana, Jake, Lynn, and Kindra. This one is for you.  To the rest of the world…hope you enjoy it to.

This one’s for Jake because you suck in apparel
This one’s for Anna who’s just drifting along
This one’s for Lynn who Groots-out to Star Wars
This one’s for Kindra who just sings her own song

A Retail Life

I trudge through the side entrance

Past the wall of Pepsi products

Down the aisle between

Beauty aids and bedding

Passing stacks of toilet paper

As Seen on TV and Sporting goods

Deeper into the insatiable appetite

Of American consumerism

I enter through the door marked

DO NOT ENTER!

Climb the stairs to exchange my freedom

For a badge number and a pricing gun

To trade my free-will for numbness

I am now doomed to lurk up and down

These never ending corridors

Seeking, probing…Forever searching

For the end of the day