December is stressful for me. Not because something negative is happening in the domestic nest, but because I feel a bombardment of overall busyness surrounding me everywhere. People are scattered about buying things they don’t normally buy because of an obligation called the Holiday Season.
Crowds of people appear in places that are usually quiet and manageable. City streets overflow with aggressive traffic. Parking lots become mechanical oceans and humans transform into hungry sharks devouring their retail prey. Instinctively, mindlessly, society recreates this month after month, year after year, decade after decade.
This is not the season of joy, it’s the season of money.