Winter
‘Tis the season of stressed-out drivers, crowed public spaces, and rude salespeople.
’Tis the season of awkward gatherings amidst those who feed on crowds with unwarranted pretense.
‘Tis the season of desperate lonely hearts indiscriminately clinging to each other’s warmth.
‘Tis the season of holiday decorations celebrating commerce garishly littering the cityscape - while tired parents corral gleeful children.
‘Tis the season of old couples holding hands and muttering coded cryptic phrases - their half-formed sentences evoking a lifetime of memories.
‘Tis the season of maxed-out credit cards, thoughtless thoughtfulness, unwanted gifts, feigned happiness, and family obligations.
‘Tis the season of men in Santa suits holding stranger’s children on their laps.
‘Tis the season of short days, long dark nights, bad weather, excessive drinking, excessive eating, ugly sweaters, and a rise in suicides.
‘Tis the season.....
