Let the dead bury the dead

I have, at times, rejected the hand that fed me because I did not like what was on the spoon.  Then, like an idiot, I complained of being hungry.  I finally know how people starve in the land of plenty.  I finally understand that we can want what we want so badly, that what we have is inferior.  I have been spending time with people, who don't live in a palace, but they enjoy the living space that they have and they maximize it.  I am determined to spend this Christmas with the loving family that is reaching for me instead of grieving over the ones that are in the grave.  When I get done ruining my holiday at the funeral parlour again and again, the season of joy would be over and they will still be dead.