There’s something wrong with Christmas.

Not the lights.

Not the music.

Not even the drunk uncles arguing about politics in the corner.

It’s the vibe.

Everybody’s tense. Everybody’s broke. Everybody’s counting receipts instead of memories.

Kids want five things they saw on TikTok.

Parents are sweating credit card interest like it’s a second mortgage.

And somewhere between Amazon Prime and mall parking lot rage, we forgot why the hell this season exists.

So I was sitting there the other night, nursing a drink, watching the world eat itself…

when Baby Jesus sat down next to me.

Yeah.

That Baby Jesus.

No glow. No choir. No Instagram halo.

Just a kid wrapped in a blanket, looking at humanity like we’d lost our damn minds.

He didn’t ask for anything.

He just said:

“Why are they so lonely when they’re surrounded by so many people?”

Oof.

That one hit harder than a hospital bill.

Because we traded each other for everything else.

We traded meals for gluttony.

We traded love for likes.

We traded peace for hustle.

We traded soul for status.

We turned a holiday about a poor family, in a dirty barn, holding a miracle…

into a consumer hunger games.

And the saddest part?

Nobody feels full.

We got houses stuffed with stuff and hearts starving for connection.

You know what Baby Jesus didn’t care about?

He didn’t care if your tree was big.

He didn’t care if your gifts were expensive.

He didn’t care if you wore something sparkly.

He cared if you were alone.

And Saint Dirty Face knows that pain real well.

Because I’ve been surrounded by people and still felt invisible.

I’ve been broke with company and rich with silence.

I’ve learned that loneliness doesn’t come from empty rooms — it comes from empty relationships.

That kid next to me?

He wasn’t here to judge.

He was here to remind.

We don’t need greed.

We don’t need gluttony.

We don’t need vanity.

We need each other.

That’s it.

That’s the gospel they forgot to print on Hallmark cards.

So this Christmas, sit next to someone.

Text someone you miss.

Forgive someone who hurt you.

Hold someone who’s barely holding it together.

The world doesn’t need more stuff.

It needs more us.

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Saint Dirty Face™

Stay Dirty, Stay Human™

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