When I first got married to my bride of one score and one, she was often buying me “practical” gifts such as shirts, and pants, and socks. I mean, they were nice shirts and comfortable pants and snazzy socks.
But I wanted the “fun” stuff. A Hess truck! Music! Books! Movies, on whatever format we were using at the time! And I tried to buy her fun stuff, such as some time at her spa, or a massage, or candy, or jewelry.
In the nature of things, I discovered that she really<em> likes</em> receiving the “practical” stuff. Baking items? OK! So that’s what she’s getting. And the odd thing is that I’ve developed an appreciation for the pair of warm gloves, or scarf, or the like.
What I REALLY desire…
I’m putting my list out here, OK? All I want for Christmas, what I’d REALLY want:
Real action to slow climate change such as sustainable energy
Ending food insecurity, because there is enough food
Ending housing insecurity and discrimination
Voting rights for all eligible people, ending voter intimidation, suppression, and disenfranchisement
An end of gerrymandering
A fairer immigration policy that will actually make America great, such as a pathway to citizenship for the DACA folks
The beginning of the end of racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, and other forms of xenophobia
Criminal justice reform
Fair labor policies, including the institution of a living wage
A belief in science, with the understanding that the scientific method means learning new things
Is this too much to ask for? I think not. But I suspect that no guy wearing a red suit, utilizing eight or nine flying reindeer is going to put these items under my tree. We have to continue to bring these things ourselves by demanding fairness and – dare I say – love to the process as we engage with our various levels of government.
But I still want the Hess truck! Do I have to offer it up to the Christmas creature?
Christmas ads in New Zealand.
Maybe Next Year On The Mistletoe – Freezepop.
Coverville 1338: The Christmas Cover Show 2020.
The Dream Isaiah Saw by composer Glenn Rudolph, sung by the Alma (MI) College Choirs (2011). The First Presbyterian choir sang this piece in 2016, which was played for our December 20, 2020 service. We were good! I miss choral singing. Maybe next year…