Christmas this year feels machinated.

Everything moves like clockwork — “in the spirit of giving”; gifts; shopping; more gifts; presents wrapped crudely with pink wrapping paper plastered with hearts; the shrill, unforgiving sounds of carolers bombarding lawnyards of singing praises to a Jesus/God I have problems with; more shopping; the plastic ads screaming “ohey, it’s Christmas!!! 50% sales!!?!?!! buy more!”; consumption, indulgence, luxury; plastic spray painted in silver and gold.

Christmas approximates itself in a tacky performance, I don’t want to indulge in.
When did I come to hate Christmas so?

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