The Holidays are a special time for families in my country. Some would say we’re obsessed to the point of being nutty. I try to keep apart from the strain of revelers that wear red caps and scream obscenities at those who don’t practice life or faith in their image. That’s not what Christmas is about to me, or the holiday season. Let’s face it: a lot of holidays go down between November 1 and January 1. Christmas doesn’t have that market cornered. Those who wait on us in stores and restaurants, those we work with or pass on the street are not our family, some may be friends, but they all are individuals who live their own lives and have their own ideas of how to live out the end of the year. While I grew up, I was assured that this nation was democratic, and free from religious oppression. It’s imperative that it remains this way, or we will not only go down the slippery slope to theocracy, but, rather, we will drive into it like a bullet train.
So however you celebrate the last days of the year, may they be warm, may they be happy, may they fill you up. May you come to the new year renewed.
This month, I’d like to present Zo and her friends preparing for their big day. It’s been a long time since we’ve seen Alex, Bear, and Zak alongside her. Enjoy!
See you here next year!