For in America this season is decreed family season. (Eat your hearts out, you pitiable loners who dont have families!) Melancholy as Thanksgiving is, the Christmas-New years season is far worse and lasts far longer, providing rich fund of opportunities for self-medicating, mental collapse, suicide and public mayhem with firearms. In fact it might be argued that the Christmas-New years season which begins abruptly after Thanksgiving is now the core-sason of American life itself, the meaning of American life the brute existencial point of it. How without families must envy us who bask in parental love, in the glow of yule-logs burning in fireplaces stoked by our daddies robust pokers, we who are stuffed to bursting with our mummies frantic holiday cooking; how you wish you could be us, pampered/protected kids tearing expensive foil wrappings off too many packages to count, gathered about the Christmas tree on Christmas morning as Mummy gently chided: Skyler! Bliss! Show Daddy and Mummy what youve just opened, please! And save the little cards, so you know who gave such nice things to you.
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Joyce Carol Oates was a contemporary American author. Joyce Carol Oates is an American writer. Oates published her first book in 1963, and has since published 58 novels, a number of plays and novellas, and many volumes of short stories, poetry, and nonfiction. Read more on Wikipedia →