Money!?
Or Santa Claus!? Hmm!?
Money! Everybody seems
to want it; none understand it.
Money
is dirty! Smells awful! Ruins lives! Has limited-value!
(If you handle any money, be sure to wash
your hands five times before eating!)
Money
has only 2 functions:
1)
It provides for food, shelter, transportation and clothing;
and,
2)
The 2nd use for money is bifurcated:
a)
Money can be, and often is, horded;
or,
b)
Money can be given away and used for the “common”-good.
Money
has a terrible odor! Gather ten bills, stack them one atop the other,
roll
them very tightly together and hold them in your hand. Bring the green
cylinder
just under a nostril, take a shallow breath. Ugh! A gagging smell! Do
not
breathe deeply! If you dare do so, you will definitely wretch and throw-up!
Such
experiment will enhance your supposed value
of the commodity as worthy!
But,
“you” be the judge; such might give you new insight to the evil? You decide.
2-a)
Stack it to the rafters, the roof, the heavens and beyond! Wow!
Such-Fun! Now, you have a pile! Great! Start
worrying “How to protect it?”
Horde
it! Hide it! Deny it! Do not share it! Use it! Offer it! “Give” it away!
One
day, far too soon, it will be divided
and disbursed and spent and wasted!
2-b)
I’m “rich!” Look at me! My account has reached “3”-digits! Oh! Wow!
And,
it’s safe---in a bank vault…or, well, at least, on a ledger page. Somewhere?
Uh! Oh! The rent is
due! Car payments! Insurance! Taxes! Credit cards! Christmas!
But---nobody
at the Country club knows---Perceptions!...Like
money! They-“smell”!
“Money”?---or…”Santa Claus”? Too-easy! I’ll choose to
be “Santa Claus”!
On
a hellion August day I was in a 7-11 to buy a lottery chance; it was hot and.
as
usual,” Important”-I was in a hurry.
The customer in front of me was a taw-
headed
10 year old boy with a cooling “Icee”; he plopped coins onto the glass
countertop
from a sweaty hand: 87¢! The clerk was about to spring the evil news
on
the child, quickly I motioned to the man that I would pay the difference. The
boy
left happily slurping his treasured Icee with a smile. Cost me: 50¢. A bargain!
I
relish being ole Santa Claus! I
garnered a lot more reward than 50¢!
Still do!
“Money”?---or…”Santa
Claus”---Ho! Ho! Ho!
…Merry
Christmas!
Ole “Santa!”