We are bombarded with messages to 'show some love' every Christmas, but the truth is often much colder. To me, the isolation and cruelty of the world aren't nearly as noticeable on normal days; it’s the festive season that sharpens the edge. People perform their niceties for a moment and then turn away to celebrate behind closed doors. It’s like watching people toss champagne in a grand, warm house while some of us are left sitting outside the window, watching the glow but feeling none of the warmth.
Those messages I have heard on the radio for 20 years. It makes me vomit. It's always the same: Christmas with the family, happy times and wishes being granted. The church is a bit different but still complete families count most, even if father is violent, a (child) rapist, we sing together for a few minutes before we go home, and the gossiping starts again about those who were better dressed, or you were priced to sit next to.
In reality, Christmas is with us, mainly because of all the media, one of the loneliest, most miserable days of the year.
A good reason to stay inside and enjoy the fact that you didn't spend money on gifts for people who won't like them anyway. Just two days to take a break from the world and end the year without a miserable feeling and debts is more than enough (and keeping my pyjamas on). 😁
Let's say: Christmas is over and so is the hypocrisy of the Christmas thought (peace on earth to all).
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Somehow, people manage to turn celebrations into something ugly and exhausting. Because I worked so much, I used to look forward to the festive season just to get away from the politics of the world. I’m still grateful for that one particular year when I finally celebrated in the right state of mind. It was the only time I felt real peace, away from the 'bad eggs' and the social friction.