White Christmas

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas… and it’s a nightmare. In my dreams, I find myself living out the memories of my ancestors. The pale-faced Europeans, equally intrigued by and afraid of the so-called “barbaric” pagan tribes, their brothers. A fearful respect so powerful that they drove the tribes away, slaughtered many of them, stole their holidays, reduced their gods to one, and gave faith a mortal name. The same light-skinned people that burned their own sisters, wives, and mothers at the stake while proclaiming freedom of religion. The same blue-eyed devils that decided all men were created equal and then put into place a social system designed to widen the gap between the rich and the poor. A system that gradually commercialized those stolen holidays, stripping them of their spiritual significance, in the name of profit for the already wealthy. A system saturated in greed, monitored by a false sense of security, destined for an inevitable collapse.

Awaken me from this dream! Let it snow for days, let it be one of those Hollywood blizzards. Let it snow, let it snow, not no. Mine is not a white Christmas. My Christmas is transparent, one in which we can see through the history of contradictions, corruption, and commercialization. A Christmas in which we are actually sincere about the sentiments through which the holidays are marketed. Peace on Earth and good will towards all men, women, and children. Or, in more realistic, modern terms: follow your heart, treat each other with kindness, and fuck the system.

~ by doe333 on December 24, 2008.