It doesn’t feel like Christmas at all.
There’s no magic in the air, there’s no feeling of community.
Even the weather isn’t Christmas like.
Nothing about it feels familiar or right, and the people that’s pushing it are just going through motions and scared to admit it.
Everyone in your life knows a different version of you.
And that version is the one that they made up and put together.
The weird and deep part is, their version of you has nothing to do with you personally.
It’s their personal perception, and only they can change it.
Calvin adjusted his red-rimmed glasses, feeling the warmth of his favorite fair-isle sweater beneath his heavy puffer coat as the first snowflakes of the season drifted past his nose. The world around him had transformed into a vibrant pixel-art wonderland, filled with the scent of peppermint and the glowing lights of the towering evergreen in the square. As he adjusted his Santa hat, Calvin couldn't help but smile; he had spent all morning gathering the perfect gifts for his friends, and seeing the town covered in festive decorations made the chilly air feel magical. With a candy cane in hand and a sense of holiday wonder in his heart, he set off through the snow, ready to share the joy of the season with everyone he met
🎶You better not pout🎶
🎶You better not cry🎶
🎶If you do he’ll punch you in the eye🎶
🎶Santa is fuqqin your mom🎶
🎶He’s fuqqin when you’re sleeping🎶
🎶He’s fuqqin when you’re awake🎶
🎶He’s fuqqin when you’re bad or good and that’s why you’re full of hate🎶 🎅
