December is Near: Response to a post on Face Book


Well, I can tell December is about to bore its head. The “status” moster has already begun. Here is a post that I see every year:

“I don’t wanna hear happy holidays, or season’s greetings! If you can’t wish me a “MERRY CHRISTMAS” then don’t wish me anything at all! If you agree, and believe in Christ, copy and paste this as your status! MERRY CHRISTMAS from my house to yours!!! After all, JESUS is the reason for the season, ‘nough said!!!!”


(reposted from Notes on my Facebook page) VIEW ON FB HERE
This was posted on my Facebook page by a friend. It got me to thinking about a few things. and these are my thoughts on it.

First I want to say for whatever reason – Why should anyone be restricted or silenced to greet anyone with a season greeting whether it is “merry christmas” Happy Holiday “Blessed Yule”  Happy Yom Kippur or any other denomination of holiday cheer? IF a little happy Jewish lady wishes you a Happy Hanukkah and your christian for instance, why can’t you, as a christian be kind to her and say merry christmas to her. She will not be offended. I know… I’ve done it, and I consider myself neither. Why not say happy Hanukkah back? What is wrong with being jewish? Or Christian? Or Wiccan? Why must we all hate on the faith of the other? I find it so very nauseating.

My next thought is… from the line of the post “Jesus is the reason for the season”

First of all, honoring christ; in celebrating christmas it is actually dishonoring him.
Christ said, “But in vain they do worship Me, teaching for doctrines the commandments of men” (Matt. 15:9). Christmas is not a command of God—it is a tradition of men. Christ continued, “Full well you reject the commandment of God, that you may keep your own tradition” (Mark 7:9). Every year, throughout the world, on December 25th, hundreds of millions do just that! (myself included, but not in celebration of christ, although that was how I was raised)

second, Luke 2:8 explains that when Christ was born, “And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.” Note that they were “abiding” in the field. This never happened in December. Both Ezra 10:9-13 and the Song of Solomon 2:11 show that winter was the rainy season and shepherds could not stay on cold, open fields at night.

not to mention that several encyclopedias simply state that Christ was not born on or near december 25th. So tell me again, why is december the season of christ?

Now, in the pagan festival, Saturnalia, (december 17th-24th) also known for the merry-making, gift exchanging time of the german and celtic Yule, December 25th can be noted as the birth of the Iranian mystery god, Mithra or the sun of Righteousness. food, and entertaining, yule logs, and cakes fir trees gifts of the winter festival have all been tradition of the pagan and christian religions, but not because of the birth of christ.

I don’t know why I decided to blurt all this out. I just got a little perturbed I guess. I don’t knock Christians, Or Jews, or Any other religious denominations, I just find it very displeasing to be told how to express a greeting of a holiday that is not as cut and dry as people would like to believe. Celebrate the birth of christ, but I will continue to wish my blessings of a merry Yule, blessed Yule, Joyous Yule, Happy frigging winter solstice!

Get mad… But I still wish you all a wonderful holiday season, no matter what your cheerful for.

Blessed be.

S.A.D.


(Seasonal Affective Disorder)Also known as SAD is a mental disorder from which I suffer yearly. I use to think I was just weak-minded, and couldn’t get past the many great losses I have come to endure over the years. Although I have; over the years, Done my very best to curb my raging verbal emesis during this period of time, stuffing all my feelings and emotions inside myself, so not to effect the ones I love, it’s not so easy. Hearing a song can put me on my knees in uncontrollable tears for the intense overwhelming distress I feel inside. Sometimes I think I have survivors guilt. I have not been the most morally focused person over the years, especially when I was young, but still at the age of 30, I wonder what the higher powers were thinking when they took such wonderful souls to the Summerland and left me here to climb wall after wall to get to my next obstacle in life.

The trial and tribulations that I have watched my family endure and hurdle with ease leave me wondering where they gain such strength. Is making my own way my down fall? Should I walk the same straight line as everyone else? I don’t see how that would matter in the end.

This year, The dark season began early for me. Being unable to be with my family and close friends on the holiday’s has made me feel trapped, and alone. I know I am not trapped, and I am far from alone, however, being so far from the ones that love me unconditionally, and care for me regardless of my past errors, and who love me for me, flaws and all, Hurts more than being stabbed in the face with a dull knife so hard that it rips the skin and nearly un-fixable. Of course, I have never been stabbed in the face but I can imagine that having it done with a dull knife would be much more painful than a sharp one.

For so many years, I went off and did my own thing. I still do that now, but I try to make it a point to be with my family over holidays, call my grandmother, mother and brothers and sisters as often as I can without feeling like I’m a family stalker. I just don’t want to ever feel like I havent said I love you enough, Or be able to show them the appreciation that they all deserve. I never really said goodbye to Uncle Merle, Sammy, or Gramma Hazel. It’s a regret I carry deep inside of me.

My friends, They are much like my family. All far away from me, but so close in heart. I can’t see them, or hug them, or cry on their shoulders. I can’t go over for dinner, Drop in just because I was thinking about them, or watch the Steelers game over a round of wings and Bacardi. I miss them all so much. So it’s hard for me to be here, so far away, and watch everyone else pick up the phone and have everyone they love here in a matter of moments. Just a whistle or a nod, and all their friends and family are standing in arms reach. It’s hard, because I rarely get to do this. And understanding seems to be lacking. After all, How can one understand if they have never had to be so far away. I guess I don’t have to be… so far away from my loves, but as it stands, My Love… would never leave his loves. (so understandable) So, I will sacrifice and feel the infliction of the distance, so that he can have his. I guess that’s love. And what is love without a little bit of misery?

All Of This Past


Out with the old, in with the new! (Yes, I realize its not quite the New Year but who said we couldn’t start early?) As most of you may be aware, my previous Blog has been disabled. This is not for any other reason than I rarely visit “MySpace” unless it is to post a status; which we all know can be done with the push of a button from other social networks now. Although I have kept the MySpace account opened, this is currently where I will share my thoughts and feelings, and of course, any updates on my future book publications.

Speaking of “out with the old in with the new” I wanted to let everyone know that due to some recent happenings, I have been writing some new material, which will be added to my next book. (Verbal Emesis)

I have been fighting with the demons in my head, trying to find my way. Sometimes my feelings get in the way of what I know is the right choice and I end up hurting myself over and over again. I know that somehow, this all could be avoided if I just stick to my guns and move on. I know that the “idea” of love (be it friendly or otherwise) can be hard to unveil.  Feelings and logic rarely run parallel, and especially when we are young, our feelings easily overshadow our logic and cause us undue pain and confusion. As a grown woman, I have come to find this to be so, passions run much deeper in adolescence and if not given the proper care can fatally inflict a young heart.

I’ve always been an overly passionate person, so trying to find my logical mind is definitely a new concept for me. But with the help of some very dear friends, paper, and a pen, I am sure to find my way.  Again, Thank you all for your love and support.

Blessed Be,

❤ Amber

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