Once Again

     It's that time of the year once again when the world feels like they deserve special attention and unnecessary treatment, just because there parents lead them to believe that some fat white man named Santa exists.  Once upon a time I subject to this betrayal of belief  by those closest to me, but being the intelligent person that I am, quickly did that whole process prove as failure. My whole thing about it all is, why must we wait until a specific time of year to express our love for those close to us when we can do it through-out. Im ight not make it till Christmas. Planes do crash, cars wreck, and bullets kill. You never know when the end is for anyone. Though we all hope for the best and assume that they'll be there forever when in reality time is slipping away as we speak. I've never really been into the whole Christmas thing, but go along with the whole idea for sake of the masses that depend on the little joy that this time of year brings to get them to the next level in life. Who needs one day out of three hundred and sixty-five to make there world seem like it's better than it really is. I rather concentrate on more important issues like, education, a steady paycheck, and keeping the lights on. The world in my case has it's priorities mixed up. unless the whole point of it all is to make some sense of the turmoil going on around up, it all makes no sense. And if that is the reason for the season, then I'm afraid things really are worse off than I thought they were.

Tray...............!