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This was lovely.

I don't quite understand your use of "phases" in the first paragraph, however.

I've also seen it spelled "fazes," used as a synonym for "bothers."

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Merry Christmas, you fat egomaniac.

 

That is an explosion worthy quote.
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That was beautiful.

I'm sorry a truck hit your puppy :(.

Ditto.
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That is an explosion worthy quote.

 

 

"Merry Christmas, you fat egomaniac."

 

* Christmas tree explodes in the background *

 

Coming this December to a theater near you...

 

 

 

 

Thanks for the praise, guys. ^_^ Though, uh, just to be clear I didn't actually lose a puppy. That was the Narrator's puppy, not mine. :P

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I feel sorer for the narrator.

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I drive myself mad wondering why you do it. Year in, year out, doing the same old thing for a world that just keeps changing on you. Nothing's the same over the years except you. And you don't even act like it fazes you. Your beard is never whiter. Your face never has any more wrinkles than last year.

I don't know if I'm strictly ungrateful for the things you do. Last year's train set was pretty awesome, and my sister loved her pitcher's glove. I smiled. She smiled. Mom smiled. We all smiled because of you.

It's just...

You remind me of my uncle. He was a big guy like you. Always a smile on his face. He only came around every Thanksgiving, and I'm at least ninety percent sure it was Mom's turkey that lured him in. We all loved him so much--he was just a cool uncle, you know? He'd pull a quarter out of your ear and let you keep it. He'd make Mom scowl at him by teaching us how to have sword fights with sticks in the yard. He was the kind of guy who made the holiday feel so much more special just by being there, grinning down at you and sharing the merriness around.

He was also a raging alcoholic and a con man. He's lost weight in the postcards, though. Orange really brings out his complexion.

Look, I'm not saying... I just think... ugh. I'm only writing this stupid letter to sort out my feelings.

You remind me of our pastor. Mom takes us to help out at the food pantry every Wednesday, and he's always there. He's a stiff guy in a nice suit, but he's all smiles. He tells us how much God loves us, which I don't doubt. He tells us how important it is to help the needy, which I don't doubt. But while we're carrying boxes of beans and helping sort all the food on the shelves, all he does is stand in the entrance hall listening to raggedy poor people tell him "God bless you" all day. I guess it's important that the homeless people come in and meet a smiling face, but it just feels... it just feels like he could be doing more, you know? It feels like he's just lapping up the praise when he could be helping.

I mean...

Look at you. Look at all the things you can do. You're amazing. You can do things that make Harry Potter look like a documentary on card tricks. And every year you use all that power just to make little children happy. That's amazing, right? You're amazing, right?

But...

There are people dying. There are people who don't have enough food. There are people who don't have enough water. There are people who are sick and don't have medicine. There are people being hurt by other people. There are people on the streets who don't have blankets and might wake up as a frozen poverty-sicle. You could deliver a hot steaming bowl of soup to every hungry person in the world in the time it takes me to write this letter. You could bring people medicine instead of toys. Bring them water instead of milk and cookies.

I guess...

You...

You remind me of Dad. He only came at Christmas too. He'd come in the door, nod at Mom, and come sweep us up in a big bear hug. He'd reach under his jacket and give us both a present. He'd say that you let him bring those ones early. Then he'd play games with us. He'd talk about proud he was of me, how clever I was for my age. He'd rave about how great my sister was at baseball. He'd make us feel special. He'd make all of Christmastime special for us just by being there.

At least... he used to.

He was there to make us smile there at Christmastime, but where is he now? He stopped coming. He took care of us at Christmastime, but where was he the rest of the year? Where was he when I skinned my knee? Where was he when the truck hit our puppy? Where was he when I actually needed him?

I just... agh.

I worry, you see. I see you grinning at me from Christmas cards. From gift wrappings. I see you on TV and in movies and on the ornaments we put on the tree. Everyone loves you. Everyone talks about how great you are. How kind you are. How much you want to take care of us. And I start getting angry.

I worry that you're my uncle. All smiles and fun, but rotten inside.

I worry that you're my pastor. Just lapping up praise while everyone else does the real work.

I worry... I know that you're my dad. You're not there for us when we need you. You're all baubles and milk and cookies while people who need your help are hurting.

And I keep getting more angry, 'cause when I write this I know that I'm right. There's nothing stopping you from helping more, is there? There's no magic stopping you. You just like having everyone talk about how wonderful you are! You don't want to be sweating in Africa helping people. You're not just magical, you want people to know how magical you are. You want people to write poems about how great and mysterious you are. You want people to make movies about you. You want all the children in the world to think you're the coolest thing ever. You want suckers like me to write you letters.

I'm right, aren't I? You could help, but you WON'T. You could solve all the problems in the world in one night, but you WON'T. You could be there for us, but you WON'T.

Now I know what you are. Now I know not to smile back at your stupid face on the postcards. Now I know to save our milk and cookies and feed them to the pigeons or something.

Merry Christmas, you fat egomaniac.

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Happy Holidays, 17th Shard!

Brilliant, and more than a bit disturbing. You've hit the nail right on the problem of evil's head. The single most enduring Christian (and to some extent, Jewish as well) theological problem in history. Don't want to threadjack, but it's quite an interesting way to go about it. Ethics of power - what is the responsibility of those who have power towards the weak and suffering? It's a cutting question, and only grows more and more pressing as the walls that have shielded the largely affluent western world from the plight of the poverty-stricken global south come down.

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I guess this might be surprising, but I actually didn't have the problem of evil in mind when I wrote this. I seem to have broached it without specifically meaning to, but it was only my intention to throw out a cynical deconstruction of good ol' Father Christmas.

 

To be perfectly open and clear, I am myself a devout Christian and did not intend to give out an atheist or anti-theist message, or indeed a message connected to any one faith or ideology. The views and opinions expressed in this piece are not necessarily the opinions of Kobold Entertainment Incorporated, any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, yada yada yada. :P

 

 

In any case, thanks for all the praise! I typed this up with no planning or second drafting, and I've never done this sort of writing before, so I'm glad it turned out well. ^_^ And it's pretty cool that people are analyzing it and seeing ideas within it that I hadn't explicitly had in mind--that's when you know you've actually succeeded in striking some sort of inner resonance with people.

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I guess this might be surprising, but I actually didn't have the problem of evil in mind when I wrote this. I seem to have broached it without specifically meaning to, but it was only my intention to throw out a cynical deconstruction of good ol' Father Christmas.

 

To be perfectly open and clear, I am myself a devout Christian and did not intend to give out an atheist or anti-theist message, or indeed a message connected to any one faith or ideology. The views and opinions expressed in this piece are not necessarily the opinions of Kobold Entertainment Incorporated, any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, yada yada yada. :P

 

 

In any case, thanks for all the praise! I typed this up with no planning or second drafting, and I've never done this sort of writing before, so I'm glad it turned out well. ^_^ And it's pretty cool that people are analyzing it and seeing ideas within it that I hadn't explicitly had in mind--that's when you know you've actually succeeded in striking some sort of inner resonance with people.

 

So you'll publish it? :ph34r::P Seriously though, it was good. Some great food for thought.

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And yet, that Christmas, there was still a present from Santa under the tree.

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