Every Day Is Christmas

There is little special about the fruits of our labors, we work for a sum the purchases items of burden, we fellowship in imperfect social settings that expose us to trauma as condition of acceptance, we create trash from trivial pursuits. There is not a miraculous force that created a world of destruction. There was a point in history where we owned the items we slaved for, a time when we achieved friendship from exchange of gifts; now are penalized for the slightest glance. Every day is now Christmas; we eat food that is so rich that everything is a spoonful of sand with sugar or salt. Every day is Christmas because everything is so abundant due to being cheaper to make, that means the iphone I bought comes with a gift of life from a poorer (I am not a rich man) person. People spend their lives living is shabby dregs filled with muddy waters to earn a small pittance. Christmas does not exist to the people who make Christmas real for those who celebrate, some will argue that scarcity is a reason to celebrate but it is not; the perpetuated misery of these people brought on by undervaluation and fleeting accountability of consumerist societies has destroyed any glimmer of hope for improvement in this world. The search for the meaning of existence is oriented by purpose, fulfillment comes from acceptance and consumerism has erased the ability to differentiate from a gesture of happiness and care to a statement that any meaningful attempt to bestow a value or create an honor is a bribe. We are ban from merry-making, we are reduced to trinket, and relegated to the insult that ownership is endowment of compulsion of the ignorant. Christmas is Every day, but if a holiday is had every day then it will have absorbed the problems of every day.