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x-posted from here.

We were driving back to work from a lovely lunch when we passed a shopping center that'd been festively decorated for the holidays. They had signs calling for 'Peace' with doves and other such peaceful things all along the roadside. I turned to my love and said, "You know what my least favourite thing about this holiday is?"

Ironically, it's also my favorite thing. I love the way people call for peace. I love the way we talk about loving each other, peace on earth, goodwill toward all, etc.

So why is something so beautiful in essence also my least favourite thing?

Because it's for one month out of twelve.

Take the Christmas truce, for example. (It's a true story.) Thousands of soldiers lay down their weapons on Christmas and defied orders and refused to fight and kill each other.

Don't get me wrong. I think that's beautiful! Wonderful! Amazing! It's even a miracle, in my opinion.

But why just on Christmas??! Why just on one fucking day of the year? Why only for one month out of twelve?

Why can't soldiers refuse to fight all the time? They don't like it. Most of them don't really want to kill anyone. Most of them just want to be at home, doing normal jobs with their families. What if we all refused to fight?

Why can't we have peace on earth all the time? How about it? Is it really that hard? Come on, people. Goodwill toward mankind? Yes, please, very much! But why just in December?

I don't get it, and it upsets me. It feels hypocritical to me, all these people who would usually spit in my eye rather than help me up if I slip on the dreaded Black Ice, calling for peace and love just because it's the 'holiday season'.

Guess what? Every day is a holy day. Every day is a miracle. Every birth is special. Every moment of every hour deserves to be a peaceful, loving moment where we treat each other with good will.

Merry Thursday, everyone.