Major childhood theological message: it is okay to kill pregnant teenagers.
Perhaps this is why the Matron waited until she was 33 to have her first child--in wedlock.
Wait! Digression (because she knows you love these). The Matron must not just wax philosophical but return to Friday's nostalgia. At her wedding, she's locked into eternity on film with a cigarette and martini, using her best Joan Crawford voice to proclaim children as the ultimate scourge on the earth and unwelcome in her life.
Six weeks later she was pregnant. But that's another story.
But back to the Christmas thing, which is the point of this meandering post. The Matron is indeed not adverse to Christmas, even as a practicing Buddhist and former Catholic. But this week, she was highly stressed about shopping: gifts for the teachers! the cousins! the postal worker! the newspaper delivery guy! the friends!
And in the midst of her anxiety of about shopping, the Matron had an 'aha' moment she's sure others have had: she was entirely focused on commerce, and not on spirit or friendship.
Christmas = consumerism.
News to anyone? Not to the Matron, but this week, she felt it -- felt the irony (um, didn't Jesus live barefoot or in sandals among the poor?), the blind gulp of purchasing that we all fall into so easily. It takes a fight to remove yourself from that beast.
But extricate, she will. Stuff fades away and falls apart. The bonds of love and relationships --and spirit -- last much longer (okay, that was an obvious sort of Nora Roberts call to emotion but sometimes there's just ten minutes for blogging).
Really. More spirit. Less stuff.