To repel narcissistic drunks and burn half burnt bridges on my path to fully solidarity and pain away from fake empty souled hugs from people who don't care. Not worrying no mind of superficial spending, half hearted smiles and the smell of spiked egg nog and hideous sweat shirts and the sweat of the damned as they throw money into making up for the lack of love they held back all other 364 days of the year.
I am but one of many poisoned wretches. I feel numb to the ways of modern society and the grasp it seems to have on the rituals of old.
I guess the strain of my family's current turmoil is getting the better of me. What used to be a day I cherished as a kid has now hit the point where I think it does in every adult's life. Where it just becomes a money pit with fake smiles and loses the warmth it once had.
So what I want for christmas is peace and the people who really care.
If I could choose a gift, I guess Mario Tennis aces would be lovely
