This time of the year is too nauseating for words. An indulgence built upon a lie. No, an over-indulgence justified by the what-can’t-be-proven. Everyday, of course, should be like Christmas if it truly meant goodwill to all. But, sadly, the human condition has yet to develop the ability to sustain bonhomie toward all — all year. As Morrissey said,
Love, peace and harmony ?
Love, peace and harmony ?
Oh, very nice
Very nice
Very nice
Very nice
…But maybe in the next world