Where's the Egg Nog? The Meaning of Christmas
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To say that I generally loath Christmas is a gross understatement. At no time of the year do you find more people who are grumpy, nasty and generally of a foul nature and disposition as during Christmas. As I search for the meaning of life one of the constant sources of information about life comes from living it. Well, yesterday was a day I had a few errands to run and as it is approaching Christmas I know in my mind and my soul that the quality of the experience is something I would as soon avoid. Well, I found myself in a Toys R Us with a few items. I hand over my cash and prepare for the mental challenges that come with attempting to make sure the person doesn't shortchange me but first she, - with her hand on the register/keyboard asks for my phone number. Mind you, I paid cash for these non explosive, noncontroband, non controlled items. But have no fear, in the speed it took those words to exit her lips and vibrate along the inside of my eardrums a loud NO exited from me. Momentarily stunned by my refusal to kowtow to the great intrusive advertisement machine that is American commerce she didn't know what to do. So of course, I said NO again, a bit more loudly. Then I went into my MoJo JoJo imitation. I reiterated in different words the meaning I meant. Which is to say I said it again, NO, Null, none, there will be no phone number of mine for you to put into your computer so that some automated marketing computer can call me on the phone I pay for at any time the computer thinks I might be interested in the latest sale of Bionicles at my local Toys R Us. Congratulations, you have joined Radio Shack as a store I will not enter again willingly. AH, I was soo very mad.
Well, why should my day change at all. I went to a food store in search of a few items to make my meal complete. Some asparagus and some portabello mushrooms. And wouldn't it be nice to have some eggnog. Some nice thick, once a year eggnog. Well let's see, I see about twenty varieties of Soy Milk. There is ah, soy milk, vanilla soy milk, very vanilla soy milk, very very vanilla soy milk, chocolate soy milk etc and so forth. Where is the local dairy eggnog? What the heck? Can't find a bit of it. Even in those occasional places where all of the items in an area are gone. I diligently check those tags, nope, more soy milk varieties. No eggnog. NO I don't count that canned eggnog. But there it was, canned eggnog. I can't believe this. No eggnog. Now I'm grumpy. I stand in line contemplating the wicked gods who would abscond with the eggnog in the universe. A bit of a line in front of me. What do I care. But then some smarmy greasy headed fellow with a clip board excuses himself to a person in front of me. Excuse me mamn? Would you mind answering a few questions? The lady, taken aback as are we all when accosted by strangers in line at the grocery store fumbles with her words and mutters something that sounds like a gurgle which the question asker takes to mean yes. He looks down at his clipboard and asks her whether she prefers chicken or meat? Ahh, chicken she says. Another consultation with his clipboard, do you like Pepsi or Coke? She answers whatever she answers and he thanks her then moves on to the man in front of me. A large large man. This large fellow, apparently a victim of the courtesy training which leaves people vulnerable to answering the questions of annoying strangers is annoyed but still he answers all the questions asked by clipboard boy. Me, I have passed that stage of my life sometime ago. The stage where I allow people to impose upon me with such space and time assaults where I am left feeling imposed upon and angry for not standing up for myself, much the way the two people in line ahead of me were feeling at that moment. 'Excuse me si..' says clipboard boy. "NO, NO NO, - do not bother me, leave now." says I. Clipboard boy, actually a man- scurries away leaving the rest of the line alone by reason of my brave stand. I feel the large broad back of the large broad man ahead of me sort of clench further. I see he values courtesy a bit higher than the invasion of his own space. He likely sees me as some rude loud mouth cave dweller. Well, I turn and hold a very nice conversation with the older lady behind me in line. and by the time he gets to the counter he is most likely confused and puzzled by what he thinks of me. Ah well. I'm still confused and annoyed about the eggnog.
And while I don't much like what Christmas has become I still actually know what it is. And I appreciate the sentiments involved in the meaning of Christmas. Like the Bedford Falls feel to Niceville in the Christmas lights picture below. Here would be a picture I took at the Dayton Art Institute this last summer. I think this guy has something to do with Christmas. :-) I'm Buddhist myself.
Posted by gilbert davis
at 10:51 AM EST
Updated: Wednesday, 15 December 2004 12:20 PM EST