There are some of us who wonder why this season often comes with an empty gift box, a shallow laughter, a bland feast, a melancholic sound on the radio. Its meaning drowned in a bottle of Coke or lost in an empty call card. It was part of the mundane, just another day to get us by. Call this time superfluous, nevertheless its excesses we often crave. But there would always be a soul out there desperate enough to find purpose even in a slab of ham.
Great Post! SO true too! Merry Christmas!