You think you've made it through the holidays unscathed? You've closed yourself off too much and now your small childhood fear has grown into a grotesque caricature of what Luminaire might have been. You've built it up so much that the very idea of sharing a day of love and emotion with other people has become not just too much of an expectation, but a crushing weight of inadequacy and insecurity. The one battle you cannot win.
You don't like exchanging gifts. You don't like the ever-flashing lights on the tree. You cannot stand the smell of gingerbread. Too many people, too much small talk, so much wasted money.
Suspiciously Chittering Helmet will retire on January 1st!
