We remember the poor once a year, leave them to their misery

Christmas seems to bring the best out of us while reviving memories of the beauty of friendship, family, fun and faith. The child Jesus allows us to become childlike for a while in wonder, innocence, laughter and dreams. We get a glimpse of what the world might look like if we were to take seriously the angels message of peace to all nations. 

But then we crash into January and the awful, shocking reality of school fees, bills and requirements turn many of our Christmas dreams into nightmares. Of course the struggle to get by and keep food on the table didn’t even permit a huge percentage of the population the luxury of taking the day off and celebrating with their nearest and dearest. Many of them were lucky to have a few quality hours off at the end of another day toiling and keeping the nation moving while the rest of us were living it up.