Dies Festi Hiemsales

A moment to record why I cling to holidays.
– Workdays are too damned profane and other-dominated.
– Holidays are – more or less – free days. A holiday is like the freedom we can never really have.
– Holidays are days to remember: family, friends, etc. Even I – who have no close friends anymore – remember my friends and cherish my more-or-less disfunctional family.
– Holidays are evanescent, like so many “good” things (ie, preferable or stimulating things) – they are usually pleasurable.
– Among others who also keep the day, there’s a feeling of elation – marginal or not, but often there IS something there in people’s moods and responses.
– Holidays that are taken to heart may have the last hint of the sacred left in our lives.
Festive lights! Again, a pleasure, evanescent, of indifferent value, but felt.

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