Four years old, forty years old, sixty years old, the eyes are still young, it’s how you view things. Young, you want to see more, old, you’ve seen too much, in the middle, you want to see some more. Everyone has their own interpretation. The church elders see the season, they call it commercial Christmas, too much based on selling, well, we do call it the season of giving, are we supposed to feel bad, do you want us to fall to the misery of others.
Solomon saw the young eyed lady, well, she was bored, waiting for her guardian to get her coffee over with, I want to go home and share my days with my other friends, there is a feeling of sharing inside, everyone compares, that’s called being human. What is the difference between an oak and a willow, they are all trees the cynic says, so the cynics say, and Christmas has become too commercial, not really. Lured to buy presents for others is no social disorder.
Solomon wished there were more Christmas moments in the world, when people felt empathy towards each other, and in his opinion, it applied to all the faiths, amen.