Dolly Freed om att fira julen

När jag läste det här bestämde jag mig för att dumpa adventssljusstaken! :)

Ser ni att jag målat vissa ljus gula, allt för att vara lite udda! :)
Näh, men hade väl tråkigt och hade lite genomskinlig färg över..

//s8, Possum Living, av Dolly Freed //

* Christmas doesn't exist for us. December 25 is just another day here. Tis the season to be greedy, ostentatious, treacly sentimental, frenzied, hysterical, morbidly drunk and suicidal, and we see no reason to pretend otherwise. So we ignore it in the hope that it'll go away. Christmas has become like a horse with a broken leg. You can't enjoy the horse and simply ignore its broken leg--the only decent thing to do is put it out of its misery and be done with it. If you're religious, you surely realize that the potlatch orgy of December 25 has little to do with Christ. Mammon or Bacchus, maybe, but not Christ. So do yourself and your religion both a favor and refuse to play the game. If we all ignore it, it really will go away.