Everyone loves Christmas time. Or so it seems. Even though I don’t celebrate Christmas, I love this time of year. Winter is my favorite season for lots of reasons, but one of the main ones is that everyone appears happier. Upon discussing this with my family, my father disagreed. He said that when he goes out to run errands this time of year, everyone is more vicious that normal. One theory is that people are happy and jolly, but only around their family. Out in the real world where they don’t know everyone personally, they don’t care about anyone but themselves.
I, on the other hand, would like to have more faith in humanity. Sure, people get violent while shopping for the holidays, but it’s only because they want to get the best presents for their loved ones. People at my school are more relaxed because they know winter break is coming, teachers assign less homework because they have to spend time with their family, and they understand that we do too. There’s always someone who despises this time of year, but that person will disguise their hatred in candy canes and twinkly lights.
Maybe it’s the rain, snow, and lights talking, but to me- this really is the best time of year.