Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Verdad de Navidad.


I pass no less than ten people sleeping on the street on my way to work. It's a difficult time, the holidays.
 
There are four people at the bart station, two a block from my work, and more that I can’t bear to notice.
In the last week, three women with small children have walked through the train asking for help. Not even the trumpeter playing Christmas music near Union street can lift my spirits when I see shoeless men pass me as I shiver from the cold and wrap my scarf around my face one more time.

It's a downer to contemplate these realities so close to a time when what we really want to think about is good cheer and merry everything. I often feel that the holidays are too condensed. Twelve days of Christmas... how about twelve months? It seems that warm feet and a warmer bed to sleep in every night are more valuable than I imagined.
 

That brings me to giving gifts for Christmas. The truth is, I don’t really need any more things. Are my loved ones healthy and happy? Do they know of my gratefulness towards them?

That’s what I want for Christmas. Because each year, tough or not, I learn something new and I grow UP a bit more. I have a lot to be grateful for this year and it feels like enough.
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