What is Christmas? Presents? The tree and lights? The food...? Sure, all nice, materialistic, things. But, really, is CHRISTmas? 

She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins.
(Matthew 1:21)

So, again, I ask: What is Christmas?

Not candycanes, icicles, or people rushing around a mall. 

Christmas is the definition of LOVE. 

ONE small CHILD was BORN to SAVE US. 

People rejected them at their doors, they wouldn't make room, those people couldn't find room in their hearts to spare some space. Save one, who gave them a manger, to where our Lord laid. 

Too many people forget that Christmas isn't about big dinners and opening presents or expecting things from everyone (which I know all of you expect things-even I do) , its about realizing that we're only here for a short time, and that we have to make due with it as best as we can. Celebrating the child who was born into this world, and who left it, shedding his own flesh and blood for all of us. 

People...are selfish, so much that it almost makes me want to cry. To think that humanity...has lost its humanity. You expect more than you give. You envy more for what someone else has, then what you have. You think of what you didn't get, then for what you did.

Too many people don't believe. I can't change their minds, opinions, etc. But I can pray. I can have hope.

Faith.
 
 
OK, so, writing. Lets talk about writing, I mean we are on an author's webpage, are we not? 

How does one write? Well...you think "A E I O U and sometimes Y" and you go from there. Writing isn't rocket science, if it were then many of us would have won a big prize by now. So if it isn't rocket science then why, please explain to me, why people say "I wish I could write like you" or better yet my favourite, "I can't write." Well can you spell your name? If not then go back to kindergarten. Though if you can, then I shall rightly slap you in the face as you so deserve. If you can spell your name then I am sure you know how to write, so please don't be an ass and say "I can't write." I shall wish to slap you and will do so promptly. 

Now lets move onto "I wish I could write like you." One. You can. Two. Stop watching so much damn TV and actually sit down with Microsoft WORD open, or with a pen and paper, and begin. Like I said, it isn't rocket science. Kids start scribbling when they are only months old, so...why can't you? I see no a difference. 

If children can use their imagination to see a world in which you can't, then I suggest you start taking notes from them; maybe add a little sugar to your now bitter lives of adulthood. Peter Pan can fly, why can't you?