Every year I hate christmas more and more. The lower-case “c” was not a mistake. I wish there were a name for the holiday with the shopping and busy-ness and stupid predictable movies that was different from the holiday I want to celebrate. I’m not going to tell you about the different holiday that I like, because this is a rant about Santa, not a preachy bit about what anyone “should believe” about Christmas.
I just saw a very tear-inducing video where the interviewer asked poor kids (I might was well say “poor”. This is my blog that no one will ever read, so there) what they wanted for Christmas, and what their parents wanted. Of course they were then presented with the gift they wanted, and then the gift that they said their parent wanted, and then Of Course they had to choose between them. And OF COURSE they chose to give the gift to their parents, AND OF COURSE they actually got to keep both presents, because of course they did . . . .
And I’m so annoyed by it. It’s freaking predictable christmas crap. If any of the kids were greedy fucks they were edited out of the final cut. And probably got the toy they wanted too. Did you think some little shit was going to ask for a bb gun and then shoot his eye out? Of course not, no one makes that kind of video. Maybe I should, just for spite.
And here’s the thing – the kids all wanted useless plastic crap. Like they REALLY wanted this useless crap. A giant Barbie dreamhouse, an Xbox, Legos (I approve of Legos, it’s a good toy-that-is-not-a-toy, but they are still toys) And the kids knew their parents wanted something of substance, something that would really make life better, and not just be something that would be given away next year when it’s no longer played with.
When the kids were confronted with the choice of their gift of the parent’s gift, I could see IMMEDIATELY that they understood like a smack in the face how valueless the things they wanted were.
The lesson the producers wanted to teach me was how good-hearted these poor kids were, that they would give up their most desired thing to make their parents happy. Cue sappy christmas music . . . But here is what I learned – When given the opportunity children can see the difference between consumerism-produced junk and things of real value.
Santa teaches children to want tons of things that are shiny new pieces of junk that will be in the actual garbage in a year. I’m a mom, I’ve cleared out toy plies after my kids grew out of them. Don’t tell me “Oh DONATE!” There was SOOOOOOO much broken crap that went into the trash. Don’t donate a Barbie that someone gave a haircut and sharpie makeover to, don’t donate a handful of assorted accessories from ten different toys, no one wants that crap! No donation place is going to take the time to refurbish a doll, and no poor kid in America is going to be grateful to get half a race car track with a car that hasn’t worked since your kid played “submarine” with it. Don’t kid yourself. The toy you buy this year is going to be in your actual garbage can by next christmas.
Do you want to talk about the environmental impact of that?
What about the social justice of the salary and working conditions of the factory worker who made it?
Think of the unpleasant hours in your house solving arguments over sharing, playing nice, stop touching your brother’s stuff, you’re going to break it and come clean this place up!
Is any of it really worth it? Really?