Dear Christmas,

You just passed but it did not feel like you did. Or maybe I just didn’t pay enough attention because I practically spent half of you just dashing in Dragonica’s virtual world without any guildmate to talk to and the rest without anything to occupy my time due to Sabbath. Yes, that’s right, I have never even thought about you once in those blank moments. I have never even thought about you that I hardly know why ended up doing a monologue of how pathetic I feel turning off the lights to evade the carollers and not replying to that mundane greeting when everyone’s feeling festive. This is me asking you why I always get involved in your rush involuntarily and me being entirely far from being complaintive. Maybe I should be asking my parents instead because it is a complete mystery to me why I get to join kris kringles and parties when we don’t even celebrate you.

If you will take regard of how we prepare food for the expected visitors who, for sure, would rather eat than listen to why we don’t take you to be true, our family is very cooperative. It is very hard to break the yearly process so I guess we have to maintain this state of commensalism for sometime.

Lastly, allow me to thank you for that exp buff and Christmas sales over at Dragonica!

Respectfully yours,

Sarah

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Dear New Year,

It just came to my knowledge that I shouldn’t be celebrating you either. This matter is highly deserving of an elegy considering the thought that it used to be the only event I can celebrate along with the rest of the human race. No worries on your part though since no wide-eyed beliefs were shattered in the making of this letter nor in the process of digesting my father’s quick remark. As a matter of fact, I was expecting that to bulge somewhere in the middle of the conversation because, if you haven’t been listening to my chatters while I take a bath, it seems to me that my parents are establishing a deviation from our current faith that it almost comes along like a completely new and different religion. Apparently, celebrating for events not worthy of feasts is among its doctrines.

So, you see, your first day didn’t particularly foreshadow a bright, clean slate ahead of me. Not that it’s supposed to make me feel new and squeaky clean because after all, the Earth just completed a revolution around the sun– but if I woke up cracking a crispy local curse (which I might also add that I don’t usually or rather, rarely do), I can’t help thinking that it hints at something bad. But then, it might just be the superstitiousness allele I got from my mother’s chromosomes which she, in turn, inherited from her Chinese descent.

If ever you have the time to drop by our house, please do so since we still have a lot of leftovers from yesterday. I’m sure you’re pretty speculative on the sentence preceding this and my opening statement but I don’t have a lot of time to shell out in explaining such trivial matters so just read my letter to Christmas. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind you reading that paragraph alone or me referring to her as a she when both of you are androgynous. You are not collectively referred to as holidays in Happy Holidays! for nothing but maintaining an amiable relationship, right? If she doesn’t want you to, you can always scroll up.

Sincerely yours,

Sarah

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Banzai, happy holidays!