Thanksgiving in December

Tonight, I was about to write about how the GM bailout made our Christmas a little better. I thought I might tell you how my wife’s non-union automotive manufacturing supplier company might now survive. I was about to tell how our Christmas was still  impacted by week long furloughs that had come at Thanksgiving, coming during Christmas and sure to come in January or February. I wanted to expose my Senators Shelby and Sessions for the hypocrisy of their political winger stance and how it was to effect non-union entrepreneurs in their state.

I decided to write something else tonight.

I want to stop wining long enough to honor the season. It just so happens we have a Christian household. We believe this season represents God’s ultimate gift to mankind. We think it is a season of hope. A man was born incarnate from the Virgin Mary. This man, Jesus, allowed everyone new hope and a possibility to begin again. However, you don’t have to be a Christian to have new hope for a possibility to begin again. You might think he was a prophet or you might only believe the Bible is a very good piece of literature. A piece a literature that tells the story of a man who is much like someone we might aspire to be. You might hope to be a better father, a better mother, get a job, pay off crushing bills or even hope to love better. The modern Christmas season has become a brutal mortal creation. If you look for the brutality, you will find it. You can also see extraordinary acts of love and kindness. You might see one of those little miracles of kindness and try to duplicate one yourself. You might see nothing but grief, sorrow hopelessness. You might see these things and say to yourself, “hopelessness stops here.”  I will make the world better. I will decide to be a light in a dark world.

Times are tough and we need the light. As I think my world teeters on the brink, I know others have it worse. I should be a light. Call it what ever you like. Call it Christmas, Hanukah or even I won’t be a jackass day. Think a happy thought and do something nice. Minimal acts of kindness at a critical time can mean all the difference. To an unemployed mom whose daughter loves tater tots, a bag of tater tots might be a miracle. We just never know when a miracle will strike.

Let this be the season of miracles and new beginnings. Let’s try to be less critical and more critical at the same time. Instead of telling ourselves they brought it on themselves, let’s help them anyway. Let’s try for that critical miracle. Our bad decisions might land us in their position next Christmas.

To all, I wish you a Merry Christmas, Season’s Greetings, happy day off or any other label that makes your heart warm.

Writer’s Note; Articles might be sparse for a few days as I try to enjoy my wife’s time off. You know, making lemon aid out of lemons.

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