The world celebrates something it doesn't understand, or for clarity doesn't want to understand.
Boxes are packed, boxes are exchanged and boxes are opened, causing smiles on the face of the participating millions.
Every place is agog with parties, revelry even. Friends and foes all alike celebrate the holiday. It's the holiday season, remember?
It happens this way every year.
The same cycle from beginning to end.
Stress and stressors ever present all year round. People running the race of rats every day. Sometimes not minding whose bull is gored or whose wheat is trampled. But when the dates come the fever precedes.
The fever sends people into the craze, the rave, for the sake of sanity. They work hard for what they can give the neighbor or neighbors.
And the neighbors work hard for what they can give to their neighbors.
The fission chain is formed, the frenzy and the fever that sometimes send chills down the spine of the neutral nonparticipants.
Is it all about that one day? Or is it about the season?
Are people supposed to live the year over for just a couple of days to live?
More concerning, are people supposed to be 'really' generous on just a couple of days in the majorly 365 days of the year?
It beats me
