non-consumption xmas. just a thought.

This is sheer genius. If you are kin or kith of mine, DO NOT LOOK AT THIS BECAUSE IT IS YOUR CHRISTMAS PRESENT. I guess I probably need to check with John first though. So maybe not.

Heifer Intl is another amazing idea for Christmas presents that you don’t have to wrap and that make the world a better place. when you buy gifts like these, you’re being kind of a modern day Robin Hood. Think about it– by not pouring all of your hard earned money into the cash registers at malls (and hence into the pockets of the billionaires who own these companies), and by instead giving that same money to the poor……. Just think about it. It’s so renegade and awesome.

It’s just sad that Christmas (like weddings) has become one of those untouchable places where Christians can’t really ask each other hard questions about spending. All bets are off when it comes to Christmas. It’s further sad because the Christmas that we know, love, and participate in, is the Christmas that was delicately and deliberately manufactured and presented to us by the companies who want us to buy their stuff. A hundred years ago, people ate a good meal, sat around the fire, and were happy if they got an orange as a gift. what has happened?


4 thoughts on “non-consumption xmas. just a thought.”

  1. Well you know MY idea for Christmas. It’s a sort of Celtic burning-man Christmas. You go out in the back yard after dark. You take an old Xmas tree and you have a big old bonfire, with lots of lumber and logs. And Xmas trees. Then you give, to the bonfire. You give away. Away, away. Empty, empty. You could buy a $500 bottle of wine and pour it on the ground “to the bonfire.” You could make a cardboard representation of your encumbering ego; burn it. You could throw in just plain stuff that you need to get rid of: you’d be surprised at what actually will burn. Mattresses for example. You could give the bonfire your last pack of smokes. The good, the bad, the banal; give it ALL to the bonfire. The goodfire.

    Oh Holy Night! Around the kenosis-tree. Then you sing Christmas Carols and pour out expensive wine into … paper cups, and drink it!! Then you give each other … big hugs and just plain tell each other how much you love them!!! Then you eat some more real good food and drink some more real good wine, and just hug everybody all over again. Then sing some more Christmas songs, real old ones.

    Then everybody has to sleep around the kenosis-fire, for the good magic to work. That’s why you brought tents and sleeping bags. In the morning you make coffee and buttered toast and everybody cleans up all the wine bottles, beer bottles, KFC buckets, wrappers, fireworks (I forgot to mention those), and things in the fire that didn’t actually burn, like those springs inside mattresses. Then you all go to Cracker Barrel and have a big breakfast. That’s it.

    Also, everybody has to bring Something, no matter how small or humble, to give to the fire. For example one year, the little drummer boy was so poor, that the only thing he could throw onto the fire was his little drum, and his little drumsticks. And don’t start that “I am a poor boy, too.” Jesus Wasn’t Poor. They went to B’hem TO BE TAXED. Joseph and Jesus were tax-paying tradesmen, and the only reason they stayed in the manger was because the Inn Was Full!!! Joseph went to the front counter at the Red Roof Inn and said I Want To Pay For A Room; Here’s The Money. So don’t tell me they were “poor.” They weren’t poor.

    1. Maybe they weren’t poor, but they were still displaced, right? There is theological weight to the detail that the inn was full and that the Lord was born in a stable and not in a princely palace. “though he was rich yet for your sakes he became poor, so that you through his poverty might become rich.” (2 cor 8). If anything Jesus seems to turn the tables of our notions of wealth and poverty. Think of the Lucan beatitudes– blessed are the poor, etc. Not that being poor is then in se a good thing. I don’t know if anyone can really understand what he means. But the tables are turned. Jesus messes with our categories of wealth, poverty, blessing, curse, etc.

      1. Very well said. Amen, sister. Indeed they were displaced, and sheltering with animals *as though* poor.

        Turned the tables, indeed. Many paradoxes. Reminds me of the old hymn, “The peace of God, it is no peace,
        but strife closed in the sod. Yet brothers pray for this one thing: the marv’lous peace of God.”

  2. We can have toast and good food here. 🙂 Did you know ( I didn’t read your above blog, of course!!!) that I gave Ed from Heifer a hive of bees one year and something else another year, and I bought a tiny brass bee to give him.

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