A Christmas Time Of day

“ A Christmas Time of Day”

By Sheb Schebella

 A Christmas time of day has presented it’s self once again in a land where answered prayers have brought more tears than unanswered ones, so whose to say whom knows best; pick it and flip it what else is one to do. A jolly time of year for some, a gut wrenching heart ache for others. To me Christmas is for children while they hold on to a momentary state of limbo suffocated in innocence; and should an adult be fortunate enough to witness their smiles in such times then that is gift enough and a tad bit of proof and more than one should need to realize there must be a god somewhere. As I sit here at the strike of midnight the television begins to broadcast catholic services while a TV. announcer gives a play by play in a style as if it was a Macy’s day parade, and perhaps it is. It certainly is a narcissistic event to witness, with all those gaudy robed cardinals, and the overly pretentious Basilica built over St. Peters grave in which they all genuflect, we can thank Constantine for that I suppose. If Jesus is the son of god, I can’t imagine he would condone such as Vatican city as it reeks of greed, wishful power and dark demented secrets; a cloak which hides some of the most despicable humans that have ever walked God’s green earth. A Christmas time of day, the sun not yet up, the snow falling gently, my loved ones tucked safely away in their candy cane slumbers, but wishing themselves awake so they can see what Santa brought, he has brought smiles to gentle souls. Children are God and we are all his sons and daughters, and we have all made our own personal sacrifice. We have all towed the cross; in the end we all die for each others sins and for some of our own…I ask for nothing, but only give thanks for what is at this very moment, what else is there; “Now” should always be good enough…Gratitude, the only salvation I know; everything else is filler…