Christmas is a drag for a lot of people.
All that running around........ trying to get something to eat, trying to find somewhere dry to sleep, hope that the hostel isnt full again, hope that your shoes hold out for just one more day, hoping that someone, anyone, might talk to you.
Memories of the Christmases in your youth were your parents beat the crap out of each other, or you. Hoping that some day you might get the help you need for your psychiatric problems that you never choose to have. Regretting the day you started using drugs to try and escape the chaos of your life......
Ho ho ho , MERRY CHRISTMAS, tis the season to be stressed all right !!!