they hold landscaping contests and give out awards like "Best Decorated" or "Best Lawn" for those giddy, golddigging housewives to display in front of their whitewashed houses on signs stuck in front of their houses.
Where I live,
girls get cars for their 16th birthdays, boys inherit the businesses of their fathers, relatives fly in from far away states for holiday, and they all dress up to go to church every Sunday morning.
Where I live,
happy mittened children help their fathers hang lights from their roofs in icicle formations 25 days before Christmas while their adolescent siblings get drunk off of eggnog at house parties when they come back from school.
Where I live,
children write letters to Santa and sleep soundly in snowflake pajamas on Christmas Eve, knowing that everything they wrote in those letters will be wrapped in colorful packages by the morning.
Where I live,
we put the tree in front of the downstairs window to display for the others,
so perhaps, they will all believe that behind the locked doors of 118, there are also fires in the fireplace, those happy mittened children, a mother baking cookies, and presents underneath the fake, plastic tree.
Silent nights, empty nights.
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For so many, myself included, Christams as it was once known, and as you described, is canceled. Part of me is sad, for the people who need that nonsense for normalcy and appearances. The other part is happy to get past the consumerism and see what really matters, even though there isn't much choice involved.
ReplyDeleteIts all very unholy this time of year, no matter what they say (and sing)
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