I’m having a tough time getting into the American ideal of the Christmas spirit this year. I’ve always known that the world is a messed up place. I’ve never owned rose-colored glasses. Recently, though, I feel like I’ve received new lenses in my glasses…like scales have been taken off my eyes.
I’ve lost my ability to walk through a store, smiling at all of the bright shiny objects calling my name, asking to be purchased for a loved-one. When I attempt to buy an article of clothing, I find myself checking the label…not for the fabric content but for the country of origin.
What I grieve most for is chocolate. I like a Hershey’s bar once in a while. I just recently discovered where I can buy my favorite English chocolates. But I am having trouble indulging in one of my favorite treat knowing that children are being exploited, beaten, killed picking the product that becomes my delectable treat.