Santa is Infinitely Cooler than Jesus

Since someone decided to blame all their problems on Santa (no joke), I think the old dude deserves a break

Santa's punishments are much less severe than Jesus's. Seriously: eternal damnation or a lump of coal and the opportunity to spend a year righting the wrongs?

Santa encourages betterment and giving. There is no time of year where charities get more donations than Christmas. And that's the only time of year we see much of Santa. Coincidence? I think not.

Santa encourages personal responsibility. *You* messed up, now *you* need to fix it. *You* are responsible for the giving. If your gift sucks, it's your fault.



Santa set absolutely no regulations on what defines "naughty" and "nice". It's really up to you to decide and place judgement. Everyone decides what Jesus says is bad or good anyway, at least Santa is up front about it.

Santa gives presents to everyone, regardless of religion. Giving is universal. Hell is for the nonbelievers.

Obsession

While at the recent Fellowship Christmas party, I made a casual mention of OCS. C of course rolled her eyes at me as if to say "Dear God, here she goes again." Now, I have rarely talked about OCS to the other girls. The Marine Corps however, is sort of my life. C knows me well enough to know this. Why yes, there I go again with my obsession.

It leads me to wonder how unusual it is, or isn't. Doesn't everyone have an obsession? C has several, but the biggest one is her health. There is simply something ALWAYS wrong with her, always an excuse to be unhappy. I work with a young man who is obsessed with body building. He is always talking about it, reading about it, and thinking about it in everything he does. The cat Nazi is obsessed with procedure. It rules every thing she does. Brittney is obsessed with Bobby. In turn, Bobby is obsessed with Brittney (whether he likes it or not). George is obsessed with dancing.

Everyone has some fixation. Something we don't ever really stop thinking about, something that governs our choices and impacts our desires. There are women who only date rockstars. There are rockstars who never stop writing music. Artists who never stop creating. Hypochondriacs who never stop diagnosing. Soldiers who never stop soldiering. Students who never stop reading. Lawyers who overanalyze everything they see. Mothers who obsess over their children incessantly. Teenage girls spend hours pouring over themselves in their mirrors, desperate to define themselves. Athletes never really stop training.

Are these addictions? Are they just a way of life? At what point does it become too much? When it becomes something negative is the easy answer. But there is always someone who will view your obsession as something negative, someone who will feel superior because they don't share your obsession.


No real answer, just pondering.

Goodbye, little boy