When there's Christmas, there's Scrooge

This is one Christmas that I'm hard put to spend.
Either I had an Epiphany of sorts and finally realized
the true meaning of Jesus' Nativity.
Or I'm just getting old and and am becoming a scrooge.

For one, kids are tweens and are no believers of Santa.
Is that bad? 
Second, I don't have a list yet and I'm scared to make one.
Sure I know that I have a responsibility, at the least, for us
to have some sense of yuletide spirit.
I've put up the tree, isn't that enough?

Last Thursday, traffic wasn't just in Edsa, it was also in the escalator.Tried to squeeze in buying daughter's accessory for their school's annual
Christmas play, shoppers were rushing as SM opened promptly at ten a.m.
One parent thought of placing his child in the willowy cart and kid tumbled 
out as they landed on the next floor.
Poor thing! Carts are not carnival rides.
Such mayhem can make one abhor malls.

Then today, I was all scheduled to buy that birthday giftie for myself,
faced with the shiny thing, I turned away. It didn't seem to matter
much buying it anymore. What is happening?

Could it be that in the new office group I'm in, peeps are less
pomp and more brains? Is it more harmonious to blend in or would I
rather not care and keep the airline grooming standards thought to
us in my former department?

I remember this tweet: "With great style, comes great responsibility."
And with responsiblity more or less means breaking your bank.
Style's not cheap.

It's only my Day 4 tomorrow and the more I talk to these people and
have a glimpse of their lives, the more I feel somehow insignificant
with my shallow material wants. They're like bored, rich, corporate habitues
but of simple demeanor, unassuming personal circumstances and living
meaningful lives.

I feel lucky that I have this opportunity to be right, front, and center as
great minds talk.

So I'm taking it in one breath at a time.

If it influences my material view of the season, then I think that's good.
Epiphany is real and let's just give love and hug as gifts then. ;)