Advent has begun and Christmas looms on the horizon. Other people gripe and moan about having to visit their families, about materialism, about religion.
You have no such opportunity to be cool and angry. You love Christmas. You love getting to see your family, even though your bed there has fleas and as they grow older every visit is a reminder of the frailty of the human condition and the inevitability of death. You love the materialism, the excuse to get things for people, to buy things for no practical reason at all, even though you can’t afford much you look forward to the reactions in peoples faces to the things you bring. You love the religion, the carols, the candles, midnight mass, the ridiculously cutsey nativity displays, the traditions, the foreshadowing of Easter and the Cross.
Even though you don’t believe.