We didn’t find the meaning of Christmas. We didn’t heal generational trauma or discover the true spirit of giving. I got a gift card to a gas station. I gave a used book with a coffee ring on the cover.
They tell you Christmas is about peace on earth. They lie. Christmas is about survival. It’s about enduring the chaos, the family arguments, the burnt rolls, and the assembly instructions written in a language that does not exist, and coming out the other side with a full belly and a bizarre story to tell. gonzo xmas 2022
On the other side, traditionalist columnist Marcus P. Vale called it "a whimper of nihilism wrapped in tinsel." He lamented, "When you replace ‘Silent Night’ with a techno beat and a screaming goat, you have lost the plot of human civilization." We didn’t find the meaning of Christmas
As we left that night, stumbling back to the car with full bellies and a bag of leftovers, the inflatables on the lawn seemed to wave goodbye. The Grinch deflated slowly, folding in on himself until he was just a pile of green nylon on the frost-bitten grass. I gave a used book with a coffee ring on the cover
We made our way to the dining room. The tree was blinking in the corner, a strobe light designed to induce seizures in the weak-hearted. Underneath it, a mountain of boxes wrapped in glossy paper. It was grotesque. It was beautiful. It was the annual Sacrifice to the Economy.
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