I love the spirit of generosity. I hate the commercialism. I love the reconnection with friends and family. I hate this time of Earthyear on this side of Earthspace due to darkness gobbling up light. I love the correlation between a gift and an essence. I hate the obligation to give. I love gifts. I hate obligations. I love Love. I hate Hate (paradoxically). Fifty-eight words. Now sixty. Now sixty-three. Shit (now sixty-five as of five seconds ago). I love the holiday season, and I definitely do not hate it, ultimately, in conclusion. 

That's my thesis.

Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, I Love You All.