Saturday, December 28, 2013

When Is It Over?

Now, as I drive home from The Asylum each night, and I see Christmas lights twinkling in each window, Christmas trees illuminated, I want to pull into each and every driveway, knock on the front door, and greet the inhabitants with these words:

"Rip the goddamn lights down and kick over the tree. Christmas is over, for Christ sake. It was never really here. It was nothing. But it is gone now. Rip down those lights and stop putting out false hope illumination into the world."

I want to scream those words into their faces at the top of my lungs, really shock them out of yuletide lethargy.

Not really. Just kidding. The lights soften me and make me a better man.

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