From a young boy, I’ve observed the 3 general phases of the “season of perpetual hope”.
Pre-Christmas: running around getting presents… being rude in stores/restaurants/roadways…you get to turn that up several notches…after all YOUR Christmas is the only one that matters. Getting that “it” toy or gift for your loved ones is do or die… really it’s probably just crap that will be discarded into the pile of other old crap that wasn’t needed anyways.
Christmas day: love and harmony… that warm fuzzy as your loved one opens up their box-o-crap… probably an unneeded item anyways. Still everyone feels great about their crap exchange. Of course there’s always the drunk Uncle or Aunt xxx that makes an ass out of himself… or the family member that chooses to off himself/herself in the family home… leaving an everlasting impression on future family holiday seasons. Let’s not forget the domestic violence that always peaks… little suzie/johnnie gets to open their box-o-crap while mom has a black eye and dad is sitting down in county lockup…again.
After Christmas and the next ~330 days: go back to hating everything and everyone that doesn’t align with your thoughts/beliefs/views.
Pre-Christmas: running around getting presents… being rude in stores/restaurants/roadways…you get to turn that up several notches…after all YOUR Christmas is the only one that matters. Getting that “it” toy or gift for your loved ones is do or die… really it’s probably just crap that will be discarded into the pile of other old crap that wasn’t needed anyways.
Christmas day: love and harmony… that warm fuzzy as your loved one opens up their box-o-crap… probably an unneeded item anyways. Still everyone feels great about their crap exchange. Of course there’s always the drunk Uncle or Aunt xxx that makes an ass out of himself… or the family member that chooses to off himself/herself in the family home… leaving an everlasting impression on future family holiday seasons. Let’s not forget the domestic violence that always peaks… little suzie/johnnie gets to open their box-o-crap while mom has a black eye and dad is sitting down in county lockup…again.
After Christmas and the next ~330 days: go back to hating everything and everyone that doesn’t align with your thoughts/beliefs/views.
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