What's in it for me?

It's just nothing at all - New Year, Christmas tree, all the rush, all the sparkling ornament... They ain't shine in my eyes. What's in it for me? It's freaking hot here and never is there a sign of a snowy winter like that in Walt Disney's cartoons. In fact, the festive sparkle belongs to us, not vice versa. It's thus so not right to say that we're happy 'cos someone cries out loud, "Yeah baby, it's Christmas time!", or because of the series of cheerful Christmas songs played repeatedly in every shop. Every holiday is just an occasion to be happy for happy people. It appears ordinary to the rest.

People look forward to having some days off, gathering in homecoming parties, drinking, and getting themselves voluntarily in heaps of crowds on the street to share some fun. Oh boy, I simply yearn for silence, and look forward to another holiday, the one that still remains shrouded in mystery. I wish I knew when it'll come. This is like a scene where everything is cloaked by the mist in the early morning. Just one damn fact is that it isn't early morning anymore. Pissed off.