I wrote this because it popped into my head one evening. Call it a grim shower thought. It isn't hard to imagine someone losing their mind during the holiday season. I could get preachy here. Something like: This is the time of year we do our best to pretend that all the problems in the world vanish for a few hours. It's a chance to live in denial: Unwrap your present sweetie, there are no children forced to commit genocide in Africa. However, that kind of thing annoying the Hell out of me, and it isn't true. I wrote this because it's just the way I'm wired. I don't see the smiles at Giftmas. I see strained expressions determined to hide from horrifying credit card statements screaming on the horizon; the lonely people wearily buying booze in bulk with bags of razorblades. This time of the year drives people mad in more ways than one, and madness is what this site is all about.
This is about a man who's can't take anymore. The jolly cheeriness surrounding the Giftmas season just doesn't apply to him. He's been laid off. He's been drinking his way to the abyss. On the drive home, seeing the houses lit up so festive, he snaps. He remembers the shotgun in the trunk of his car. His gift for his family is a shotgun blast sparing them a grim tomorrow. This is the song he hears in his head; that he sings to himself.
I'm sure it'll offend someone. And if you know that someone, well, send it to them. Merry Giftmas.
P.S. THIS IS NOT AN ENDORSEMENT OF VIOLENCE. It is intended as dark humor, a grim situation juxtaposed against an otherwise cheery setting.
This is about a man who's can't take anymore. The jolly cheeriness surrounding the Giftmas season just doesn't apply to him. He's been laid off. He's been drinking his way to the abyss. On the drive home, seeing the houses lit up so festive, he snaps. He remembers the shotgun in the trunk of his car. His gift for his family is a shotgun blast sparing them a grim tomorrow. This is the song he hears in his head; that he sings to himself.
I'm sure it'll offend someone. And if you know that someone, well, send it to them. Merry Giftmas.
P.S. THIS IS NOT AN ENDORSEMENT OF VIOLENCE. It is intended as dark humor, a grim situation juxtaposed against an otherwise cheery setting.
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