Christmas is Ego-Centric

From east to west and north to south, no one can really deny the fuzzy holiday season that all folks have been waiting for months. Its Christmas- the season where people would spend all their savings and earnings on the account of food and other material objects that is preferably known as 'gifts'.

But aside from all the stars and lights that goddamn politicians display in streets next to their celebrated faces that ignites the compulsive hell in my nerves that are used (aside from promoting their political aspirations) to celebrate Christmas and to cover-up the truths of poverty amongst their constituents, another symbol has arisen in the advent of the season of Jingle bells: the mass of cars that flock within the streets of Metro Manila.

Poverty is always an issue, isn't it? But why is it that there is a flock of fancy cars that cause party-animals and seasonal shoppaholics the bang in their nerves?

Damn, I can't get it, because I believe that a country must be swollen in poverty if the public owns only few cars. But in our case, aside from the elites who day by day pass along EDSA, C5, Commonwealth, Taft, and other common pathways, lo and behold the traffic jam that causes a half and an hour of travel from Shaw Blvd. to Ortigas Ave.

I can't be angst to argue if there really is a problem in poverty in our country, ey. But it seems to call my meditation to bear a fruit of thought to believe that there isn't really poverty for Filipinos who are dead-hungry (patay-gutom) before the alluring delight of materialism. It may not be a conclusion, yet to say, but a theory of pure selfish nature exists 'tis season whose soul is gift-giving; for it is in Christmas where no one is in the state of poverty, nor do they think of being choked in the chains of its wrath. Except for a family who radically experiences the season with a bitter taste of celebration: the poor family of Bethlehem, of whom hails the true King of kings and the reason of perpetual merriment. That is Jesus.