Christmas is wasted on some people.
That statement is not the residual effects of any alcoholic beverage because I didn’t have any. It is just how some persons made me feel over the last few days.
Caution thrown to the wind and ignorance as the navigator has been a popular sight on this nation’s roads.
Despite three lives being lost along Gibbes, St. Peter, just last Sunday, on Boxing Day a passenger in a transport bus was almost thrown through the windscreen of that bus after the driver had to take evasive action because of the ignorance of a female drive who just sped off.
Then there was the man driving the Mitsubishi L200 who decided that the four pigs he was taking to the abattoir and myself and the driver in front of me were of equal importance dead or alive and just drove across our paths to get to the slaughter house.
And those were just a few instances of the foolishness happening on the roads.
Then there was a big hue and cry about the service or rather the lack thereof that was meted out to Sir Wes Hall after enquiring about the printing of a daily newspaper. While I would suggest that the noble gentleman and cricketing legend sticks to Barbados TODAY, that is indeed no excuse for poor service.
And while the disgusted part of me honestly wants to shout – “Christmas is wasted on some people”, there is that side that says Christmas is for all of us when we encounter disturbing and disgusting circumstances.
Christmas is about hope, peace, joy and above all, love.
In a world where hopelessness and despair are becoming more prevalent, Christmas speaks to us not in the voice of Alvin and the Chipmunks or refrains of Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer.
Instead, we are called at this time to remember the Angel telling the shepherds to get up and go to Bethlehem to see the Christ Child wrapped in swaddling bands. Not to just go and peep and leave, but take a good look at what was wrapped up for us.
There is a song by Luther Vandross that speaks about all of us. We come here, every year, every Christmas. We all come to the point, many achieve nothing meaningful and we come back again the following year.
Christmas affords us, or should I say, we should accept the opportunity afforded to us to experience love, joy and peace.
Love is not gathering with those we like and assume like us and eating and drinking and in some cases getting drunk. Love is repairing the broken relationships and reaching out to those who may not have.
Peace is not necessary the absence of war. Far too many of us keep peace by not saying anything to a brother, sister, mother, father, aunt, co-worker or neighbour. The peace that comes with Christmas is about confronting each other in love and resolving differences,
If we can master those two then true joy is automatic.
Christmas calls us to look in the manger again and not see a baby, but a messiah; not a story of long ago but truly the greatest gift of all; salvation.