Christmas Time, Spend The Money!

Now that it is past Christmas, I’m sure you were wondering how Santa Claus had filled his sleigh with all sorts of goodies for you. You looked up the Norad tracking thingy, and “found” him, right? Did your dog go crazy when he came down the chimney? What kind of games did you get – how about those angry birds for your phone? You do realize that to pay for all of that stuff, Santa Claus probably had to rack up credit card debt. You might need to win the lottery to pay for all of that debt. Why spend so much money for Christmas? This is not coming from a religious or secular point of view, but one that is concerned with how much money is spent on things that aren’t needed. Some people may buy a dog for the kids, a new cell phone with angry birds and other games, or even Florida lottery tickets, hoping to win the big money. You may need that money, because the holidays get expensive when expectations are not met.

Stress, Santa Claus, and the Lottery

Have you noticed how stressful are the holidays? Christmas is one where Santa Claus brings gifts to all. But the pressure to be Santa Claus can be overwhelming. Even my dog would notice the chaos and how unhealthy it is. Why do we put up with this? It all seems to be that way. Know anyone who has no money, but plays the lottery, hoping for “the big one”? That’s stressful, too. Christmas in a household like that is geared to being able to have something, anything, to give. Norad could locate any number of homes where the opposite is true, except the expectations are very high. Why? It’s as if we are like those angry birds: just put us where you want, we’ll make a mess for you, but it is also what you want. You still can’t win, though. Things still won’t be going your way. Maybe, if I win the Florida lottery and all those millions, my problems will be solved! But you are still you, and until you change how you let things affect you, no lottery or talking dog will save your sanity at Christmas.

Lottery Winnings and a Dog…Fiction

I don’t trust a bank, so I received my lottery winnings as cash, and stuffed it into a mattress. Stereotypical, until you realize that my “space-age” material mattress is really a portal into a mountain, not unlike Norad or those other government things in the movies. The problem arose when I brought my dog home from a Christmas party where everybody dressed as Santa Claus. It was fun, there were a lot of drunks, but somehow my dog grew an extra set of teeth. He is a gifted animal. I noticed his ability to play video games. Angry birds was his favorite. Like I said, everything was fine until that Christmas morning, when we woke up. Santa Claus had come, and his body was left in the fireplace, halfway charred. As I mentioned, the dog is gifted, but for games, not firestarting. There were obvious tooth marks on Santa Claus, and I thought of how much money it would take to go around the world every year. Even the Florida lottery hasn’t had winnings that plentiful! Oh, the teeth, right. Well, that dog ate all my money, and now the portal is closed. Too bad, because there was a machine stored in there that could predict the winning lottery numbers every time. Catch 22, anyone?