Holiday Season
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The Holiday season; the happiest time of the year. A time of love and overwhelming cheer. Our loved ones we hold close, our customs we hold dear.
A time filled with acceptance, a time filled with joy. A time when nothing makes parents happier than finding the right toy.
A time when parents squeeze their sons and daughters. The time when the human race does nothing but slaughter.
A decorated tree, a turkey for you, and for me.
A brisket for each family in the synagogue,
A ham waiting in every perish member’s home for after the priest’s monologue.
We all sit and look at the beautiful lights and ornament strung around the piece of nature we removed. We gaze at the juicy meat on the table whose family does not approve.
We all give thanks for what we have. The people and memories we cannot replace. Conclusively, during the holidays, we parade that we are the dominant race.