Kill Your Middle-Class Indecision

I never truly celebrated Christmas for the feeling of coming together with family and being happy. Sure here and there and a lot with in the past few years we have actually rekindled old fires that tied us together, and the social networking did help us communicate better. But I do feel this season is selfish, children and people want gifts. They want a lot of gifts. Hearing about my 3 year old second cousin got all these great gifts i could have never imagined at her age and then her being upset because she didn't get a piano, she is three and i see that as an excuse to her actions. BUT it's when the spoiled kids who are older then me get enough gifts to entertain me for the rest of my life and they still don't appreciate what they've got.
Gifts their parents KNEW they wanted.
Gifts their parents knew they'd LIKE.
And all they want is MORE.
If I were their parents I'd give them what they deserve, a piece of coal. Symbolically telling them they have been a brat, but also something for me to get an idea of where their mind sits.
Will they kick the coal? Does this make them aggressive? Or are they destined to play football?
Will they throw the coal? Will they throw stones at windows next? Making abandoned buildings unique and attempting to establish a known angst?
Would they ever realize that you can draw with coal? Will they become an artist? A crafter? Will they be unique?
I always saw Christmas as a life lesson, nearly being killed; realizing my parents don't know me at all threw their gifts; and realizing the world just isn't fair.
I learned this at a young age,
I got a incredible gift through a horrible procedure,
My life;
My family
They gave me a backbone.
Showed me the real world,
Stripped me of that artificial taste the media force feeds us these days.
Made me aware that in this world in order for me to survive I gotta do everything by myself,
Cause that way I'll know and ALWAYS remember where I came from.