It is not about a quiet contemplation of the year, or a celebration with friends and loved ones.
It's not the about the bustle, or the songs, or the foods that evoke history and home.
It's not even about running around unto exhaustion so that you can suffer through the racist, homophobic garbage spewed by your in-laws. Garbage that is interspersed with "Why don't we see more of you?" guilt trips that you are forced to endure without the sweet blessing of a cocktail.
No. Christmas is about none of those things. Instead? Christmas is about this:
Jason and I received this as a present. I, literally, don't know what to say. The generosity leaves me speechless.
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