He sat back in his uncomfortable old love seat and began quietly laughing to himself.
He loved the holiday season, but loathed the feeling that lately this time of year had become little more than a commercialized and sponsored distraction- designed to take people's minds off of the real issues that surrounded them.
A long and dressed up dining room table, bathed in the niceties that you save up within yourself for times like these.
A feast of bird and bullshit.
"Jesus." He thought, "I'm beginning to sound like Scrooge and The Grinch adopted a son and dropped him into a 21st century post- socialite suburban Hell."
That wasnt his intention, to seem as though he felt that way. He really did enjoy the season.
It's hard not to turn cynical though- after all, he had been praying for weeks, writing...