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Welcome to Holidailies, where certain members of the journal community make a pledge to update our journals on a daily basis as a special Christmas gift to you, our loyal readers. A journal spark from Saturday Slant.
Cash. Cold hard cash. Does Santa carry around new brakes for the Taurus in his big ol' sack of goodies? I don't think so. So cash then. Or clothes. My work-quality shirts are all starting to fray. My half-decent tees are not that decent anymore. I just bought a new pair of jeans because the last set was about to spontaneously deteriorate, which would be rather embarrassing. Like when I ripped the ass out of a pair of pants in the cafeteria back in high school. Only much worse. I've worn these shoes so long the leather is cracking. The seams have held up, but the actual shoe material is decomposing. No no no. Cash. Money. Moolah. Greenbacks, dough, bread, bucks, mazuma, oscars, pap, plaster, rivets, scratch, spondulicks. Whatever. I'll fire it into my brand-spanking new RSP. Or run it against the debt I owe my folks. Save it for a down payment on a house? Maybe even buy some significant jewelry with it. Maybe I'll just be able to afford the bridge for my teeth. Eye surgery. Exercise equipment. Liposuction? Nah, I'd only just get fat again. I don't need enough to buy my own island, Santa. Just 50, 60 thousand. That'll tide me over nicely. Does this sound greedy? Well, yes it does. Seriously though, when someone asks us what we really, really want, does anyone honestly think, 'world peace'? We're talking the inherent difference between wants and desires. I want everyone in the world to have a job, to have a home, a family, food to eat, and a safe place to rest. Desires are a different boat. Perhaps even a ski boat. In addition to what everyone wants for everyone else, everyone wants stuff for themselves. On this continent (I can't speak for elsewhere, but I suspect it's the same), everyone dreams of the lottery. Everyone wants a huge windfall of cash to get them out of debt, let them quit their job and move into an opulent mansion next door to Barbara Streisand. Everyone wants the good life. There's nothing wrong with the wanting. Don't feel bad folks, for wanting something. It's natural. I can talk here about wanting money all day long, but I'm not about to go stick up a bank to try to get it. I buy lottery tickets every week, sure, but I'm not crazy. I do want to help people. If I could afford it, I'd buy some gifts off Penny Arcade's Child's Play list, or make some donations to the food bank or the drop-in center. We do what we can every year. Lisa's signed us up to her work's donation list, so a portion of every check is going to go to charity. Yay us! Anyway. Santa, if you're listening, any denomination is fine, just make sure the total is high. I'll donate half to charity, okay? In Ancient Times...
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