The holidays are supposed to be about reconnecting with family – generosity and celebrating Santa’s birthday.
For others it’s supposed to be about the rededication of and to a sacred temple.
But it’s not.
Instead it’s a dreidel-spinning holly-wreathed distraction from the meaninglessness or loneliness of everyday existence.
It’s a dreaded chore filled with stressful shopping – hidden disappointment and feigned joy.
It is the season of vacuous gifts.
It is supposed to be a season of amazement and it is: people who are supposed to know you best turn out to be completely clueless.
Or worse – you discover that the gift is the ultimate weapon.
Zombie-like feeding of the consumerist monster is the standard objection to holiday gift-giving.
Yet there’s another darker side to generosity: when it’s used as means of exercising power over another.
We are expected to be appreciative of gifts – regardless of whether they’re wanted or thoughtful.