Everyone is bad, pessimistic, morose.
Tired, tired of all, what gifts? What the fuck matter about the gifts?
If all you want is for me around is well, happy, happy. This year I have no illusions of Christmas, gifts, party, no I have no desire, I just want to give, give and give. Give what I can not but I still want.
My social environment or whatever you want to call is all I care, but bah! who cares that I care about people, that does it all, fuck.
It matters little if I say the positive things I have because realistically you know that you never find out the virtues if no defects. We never see our strengths and we drop in our weaknesses.