Turkism

I think one things my wife hates about me is that fact that I hate Christmas.

I have to admit I didn’t grow up celebrating Christmas, so I don’t have the sentimental attachment to it as many of you seem to have. In Turkey we celebrate New Year. ( with population of 99.8% Muslims, fake birthday of Christ is not a big deal) In New Year much like here we get together and exchange gifts.. Some even decorate pine trees.

I think the main reason I don’t like this time of year is originally started because I never got the gifts I wanted. So, the New Year’s day for me was hiding my disappointment by faking to love the gifts I didn’t care to receive.

When I moved to US. I almost always volunteered to work on Christmas (x-mas) so people with families could spend it with their families.

To me X-mas today is a well organized syncronized shopping craze for the people who are conditioned to buy junk and have no idea why.

If I see something I’d like to give to my wife or someone I care for, I buy it, and give it without delay. If I think about a friend in August I send him a card in August, I donate throughout the year to the organizations I like to support.

I think If only time you give gift to someone is during Holidays, you don’t really care for’em, and you’re simply buying something out of obligation, and that’s just waste. Not to mention the person who only receives gifts from you during holidays knows it too, and likely to not appreciate it.

Call me crazy, but to me better than nothing is not a good enough, and I find it offensive to my intelligence when someone thinks because they send me a card during x-mas (and only in x-mas), I think they like me. I know I’m a check mark in their x-mas card list, and will eventually drop off. And I am find with that. Seriously.

My friends who would be x-mas gifts people know last thing I would want them to do is try to find a parking space during this time of the year. I care too much for their qi for that. I’d rather have calm/healthy friends than gifts.

I should probably stop here, before I start calling Santa fat man in red suit.

The irony of the whole thing is St.Nick who is suppose to be Santa is actually lived in a few hours from my town in Turkey.

Happy Hoh Hoh Holidays.