The "true" meaning of Christmas

To tell you the truth, working in retail killed the holiday spirit that was in me since I was a kid. Ever since I worked at my first grocery store where I had to listen to Rudolph and Sleigh Ride 500 times a day I stopped caring about the holidays and get more headaches than usual during this time of the year.

What made the Christmas season even worse was working at Wal-Mart for two years. THAT WAS HELL, especially because the store I worked at had such high sales numbers. I can remember one Black Friday their sales revenue was over $750,000. It was nuts. No parking, not that I even wanted to park anywhere, and everyone inside was an ass to everyone else. And I worked in the grocery area. Thankfully I didn't have to go near Electronics or Toys.

But to me, Christmas was always more about family than it was about Jesus. I'm Catholic, but I don't practice too much. I just can't stand going to church, even during Christmas time. It's not that I don't believe in my religion, it's just that I think church is a waste of time, especially when the nearest one likes to mention how they're boycotting tomatoes because Taco Bell won't pay the farmers more. Yes, that was awhile ago. And yes, that was the last time I went to church.

Jam it back in, in the dark.