...But I hate working in a mall, at Christmas time. Crowds make me nervous, and all the stressed, moody shoppers put me in a bad mood. I try to stay positive but it's like any Christmas Cheer gets drowned out by people yelling and everything taking so long. My boss was cranky today too, which was less than pleasant. I had to do grocery shopping (again...) after work with Matt and Dad, but it was like 6.30pm by then so it wasn't too bad.
But that's not really my point. I love all Christmas traditions, lights and trees are beautiful. Seeing family and friends is a good thing to do. I love Christmas carols (until the mall plays Frosty the Snowman 11 billion times a day and you start to wish he'd just melt so you could work in silence...) Presents are always nice. But what about Jesus's Birthday? What does he think of that fact that the whole world made such a huge deal about his Birthday...and in the process, forgot about him? I'm sure he wouldn't want us to be so stressed over the details. People who aren't even Christians celebrate. And that's fine, but shouldn't they at least recognize the purpose, for a second? And what about us Christians...why is it that so many of us end up "making time" to go to Church...shouldn't we be working out all out other plans, around church, rather than "squeezing it in" to our "schedules"...which is really the life He gave us? Even though I've always known this is true, it's really hard to internalize the concept.
So I came home and now I have to think about tomorrow (Carols in the Domain)- I hate packing bags, for anywhere (what am I gonna do when we move?) It makes me feel...insane. But I managed to do it, more than 5 minutes before I have to leave which is a little bit of a miracle.
And I just realised one of my socks on my feet is inside out. Goodnight.
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