My Christian friends would remind me the true meaning of Christmas every December, and I couldn’t help but think “yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever”. Every good story becomes exceedingly dull when repeated a thousand times.

And Santa Claus — even as a child, I knew he was a fake hired by a stupid department store. Now, I think he is also too fat and probably a pervert.

Should we go shopping then? There are so many things on sale, but so little that I really need.

Thus repetition makes cynics of us all. Christmas is fast becoming a tautology.

Perhaps I should go scuba diving in Australia next Christmas, and get some BB guns for my family…

Nevertheless, when Christmas comes, people become happier, more spirited, more generous.

It must be the break from endless cylces of vapid working weeks. The glittering lights, fancy shopping windows, impressions of prosperity and happiness around you. A hearty dinner, hopefully with plenty of booze.

Above all, the realization that you are truly loved.

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