It’s that time of year when long-standing grinches, myself included, are forced to endure the savagery of the weeklong nonstop Christmas music in every genre imaginable.
2020 has been horrid, and attacks on the freeness of human interactions, includes limitations on movement and the mall hopping that can’t be tolerated because of the deadliness of COVID-19, and the disturbing data to prove how our worst days are ahead.
But if we can’t be tortured outside of our homes, we can be sure that TV ads and generic holiday-themed entertainment will be more than sufficient enough to inspire our gag reflexes.
Even when shit was normal, without the acute threats of an exiting president who’s plotting a coup, and a global pandemic that’s determined to wipe us out with the help of spoiled brats, who willfully ignore CDC guidelines, the holiday season was typically a lengthy, unbearable affair.
Childhood was a different story when you’re reared in a household that praises the Lord, because youth demands your participation in the celebratory event of the birth of Jesus Christ. In order to be a good Christian, you have to recognize the significance of his birthday.
We didn’t grow up with the extravagant gestures of gifts. Maybe because of the culture differences as Nigerians in Nigeria or…
