The worst day of the year to be born is Dec. 25., Christmas Day. The annual celebration of capitalism and consumerism, but it’s not all about the presents. It’s about who you have to share your special day with, Jesus. The exact date of Jesus’s birth is not officially known, but for some reason ancient peoples decided on the twenty-fifth day of December. Take it into consideration, think of a famous person born on your birthday. That person is no way the son of God, therefore, will not be respected more than you by your family and friends. So, sucks for you.
Most people forget why we give presents to one another, but if anyone can think back to the tale of the three wise men following the star to bring the baby gifts of myrrh, frankincense and gold to the dingy stable in Bethlehem. This some how evolved into a tale of some fat guy wearing a red suit, living in the North Pole and sneaking into everyone’s house Christmas Eve to leave presents. Utter, bullshit.
Bringing it back to birthdays sucking on Christmas argument; the holiday season is a month long mess of traffic, overcrowded shopping areas and tree lighting ceremonies; all of the sake of Santa...err..Jesus. It is just an occurrence that the fact of your own birth be lost in the hustle and bustle, truffle and shuffle between Thanksgiving and New Years because the holiday season has become a sanctuary for the American Dream rather than a time of giving and spending time with loved ones. The month like marathon of shopping is now what defines our culture and not the holiday cheer. The cheer coming from spending money on expensive gifts in hoping to see a smile of who ever opens said present. Blah.
Christmas should really be about togetherness and giving, not only presents, but time and your body to helping the community at large.
I’m not done here, will finish later
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