There are children in Afghanistan who have lived with war, corruption, forced migration and death all around them since they were born. Some of them are now teens. Some of them as young as 9 years old. Many of the male adults in their lives are dead. Killed by the British, Soviets, Americans or their own warlords. They continue to ask, "Why?" No one answers.
And in our American smugness we gather to sing "Oh Holy Night", "Silent Night", and songs with similar words and themes. While we continue to bomb the hell out of innocent civilian populations around the world. But, hey, it's not in our backyard, right? So, let's just go buy the latest gadget and forget about drones killing people in the middle of the night. Let's just grab a cup of something hot & spicy while our military continues to try to figure out what the hell they are doing, day after day after year after year. Lets not fret that the children are not our children, after all they live in a god-forsaken corner of the world. Let someone else care. We're busy shopping.
"Peace on earth, goodwill toward men." Maybe you'll pardon me if I don't get all choked up with sentimentality. That could be a nice song if people were sincere when they sang it. But too often these days it is merely trying to drown out the news of Americans killing people and lying about it. (Don't give me that 'war' crap right now. Can't you see I'm trying to celebrate Christmas - the birth day of Jesus Christ?).
You want the number of the boys in Afghanistan, so you can call them and wish them a Merry Christmas? Better hurry. More soldiers, drones and tanks are on the way.