Crazy Season Crazy Reason

When I was a little, Christmas was a devilish confliction. Grandmamma (paternal) a tall handsome field marshal, fully uniformed with deep Buddhism- Confucianism Shamanism, readily waging religious war against Christians my maternal side of family. She was a bit of devil, piecing dark fiery eyes freeze you off, anything is threaten her territory. As her concern was I might end up the other side of fence. She made sure I read her old tattered script first and deep vow to the family altar in Christmas morning before I headed off. She was concern about my Sunday church going. But nevertheless let me go because I learn something from Sunday teaching. She was secretly terribly impressed by  "poor" but well educated people(my maternal side family members have far more university degree than my paternal side, and few of them western PhDs). She called them “ losers”. Because white coloured profession spread moved around cities foreign lands. The concept of my uncle as a preacher, his preaching is paid by people’s offering was horrified of her. So she put them down by calling them trickery bunch. And another hand my maternal side Grandmamma, petty patted (gosh I un intentionally degrading her grace, this bloody English fault never my fault!) most angelic gentle person you ever met, a great cookie baker. I can be a visual venom, she was hoping I jump permanently into their bandwagon, singing “Hallelujah Hallelujah … a great foghorn preaching, harbinger of their religion to world. A conjure of continuity sprouting bandwagon rider in her domain and bright red hammered sense of culture superiority in her calm eyes. She never criticised my other side family openly but they called my family as money-monger uncivilised thugs. That was why I was so untidy and uncivilised. Confucius teaching, wastage is sin, you have to earn your merit and Christianity offering and sharing is virtue. Always conflict two difference, discriminated each another other so I learnt the discrimination and conflict very early age and how to navigate in my best advantage.

 

Today Christmas is, start with meanness meaningless wordings. A chocker block of inbox mails, cards, saying “ happy Christmas…” bular bular… cities took out recycled decoration on the main street as “ Year after Year death of original theme park” people sense of sensibility into their cameras mobiles sheer fakery. Cities recycling is a duty free original free, don’t need to think. Everyone duty to buy something that carry on their plastic bags bags gargled air. Everything gargles. Their scary duty to live and eat and drink merry merry cross excitement of examiners. And they tell lie to their children generation and generation of Santa existence. So their children become lairs as well as their grandchildren. Dazzling police officials( I have very soft spot on them), summer branded rite of drunken season, using their sensory devices catches drunkards and full speeders. They armed with sculptured body, guns in their garter belt and hid “dark” spots and greeting with you “hot” saucy smile. If they like you they offer you “body and soul” deluxe escort services into the cell. So make sure you understand meaning of you like them but don’t let them like you! Family, in-laws fighting over Christmas lunch time. Children torn apart from bitter old first marriage, young creed free second marriages; tidal theme park at a family in hellish season, eat eat drink drink tittering human endeavour is the “ festivities in a little hellish pudding bowel”. Once in a visiting right holders, children in an old folk home wishing their parent Merry Christmas to their ending soon and grumbling about inheritance tax.

Season of illicit liaisons, I rather become a devil, dethrone Jesus birthday, and replacing communal with a devil, preaching people unhappiness in their goddamn Christmas and exchange to devil’s incarnation. People showering themself paper wrappings, bathed with alcohol, pickled sultry meat, dried themselves with sour infested air, kissing and hugging dark plagued body and gazing at pit-bull terrier eyeballed malicious soul searching game, and smiling greedy teethed leathery jaw lined botoxed mouth, saying “ merry fat Christmas” I the DEVIL SAY, hey you human ditch your goddamned spend-drafted gifted warping paper god and forever gone with a merchant of hell.