Merry Christmas!

 

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 2^nd 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!”