Instead of bearded Odin riding an eight legged horse
Now we have Santa with eight reindeer of course
In the place of honoring the sun god's death and rebirth
Now we honor the son of God coming to earth
Christmas trees, witch balls, and yule logs you may say
Are all pagan; but none more so, than our own Black Friday
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Online) - Published: December 16th, 2022 07:44
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I've not seen an eight legged horse. It would save money to hire it, and save a horse's energy. Only one horse needed instead of two? lol.
Thanks Orchidee Odin must have been a fat god or else he thought that he'd get more horse power with eight legs under the hood.
A ditty came to me, but not a full poem:
Ding dong, merrily on high,
On earth the tills are ringing....
Sadly those verses are all too applicable for this time of the year.
I wonder if they are ringing as much, with the Cost of Living, or are some folk still buying what they neither need nor want? Not that our middle name need be Scrooge.
For some genuine Christians, all this commercialisation must rankle. For me if it's not Christmas, then Easter, Mother's day, Father's day, even Halloween all seem to be of the same mold.
I, an agnostic atheist still exchange presents on Christmas day......
Thanks for the steep learning curve, Soren - never heard of Odin or Black Friday...
Thanks Dave here Black Friday is marked by the sacrifice of all values, manners, or Christian beliefs on the alter of capitalism and greed. A great sport of the item goes to the fleetest of foot, and the most devious of mind, where the spoils go to the merchant, who makes 50% of their profit this time of the year.
Capitalism greed and profit - all embedded in one short post. You certainly like getting to the crux of the matter, Soren. Take care.
Good words soren and so true.
Andy
Thanks Andy I appreciate the review and comment.
(sorry dear Poet I read your wonderfully insightful words and I couldn't help just typing away
a feeble poetic response
thanks for sharing and inspiring)
society needs, its festivities
to cut through, life's endless repetitiveness
to help manufacture
collective moments of gaiety
so once
we celebrated, our harvests
and now we celebrate our faith anchored deities,
whatever it takes, to distract us
to insure we survive, life itself
so every year, someone
finds newfound joy in those firecrackers
or gets that perfect present for their loved one
or get's that turkey to come out, just right
whatever it is, whatever it takes
let it be
we do it all, in the hope
that we'll be the generation
to finally discover, the why
in that we inherit and are indoctrinated
to appreciate...
so let it be
now 'Cyber Monday's'
whatever works, next
let it be...
Thank you L.B. for shaking me out of my Scrooge like position. I do get a bit humbug this time of the year. It is only redeemed when I see the smiles on my grandchildren's faces. Yes let it be, and peace on earth. It would be nice to get a parking place once in a while though.
lol
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