Sunday, December 21, 2003

Christmas rush arrives like a hot breakfast filled with grease and heart-clogging ingredients. The material flavour with which this holiday is served is enough to make one physically ill. One word to describe the madness pervading; overkill. Everything is amplified, overdone, overdosed, overwhelming. Stores stock shelves miles high so as to tempt the eye. Love somehow = gross expenditure for gifts.

What is wrong?

I ask you.


'For unto you this day, in the city of David, is born unto you a saviour'.

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