Who lives the candied lives of greeting cards? Old Santa's just the first of many lies. Who dare resists when every song bombards us, makes us spend, consume, our life despise. What if your past was filled with scenes of strife? Of feasts of gall, betrayal, unsettled scores? What if as captive kids you lived your life a hostage trapped in dinner table wars. If mandatory cheer just makes you mad, escape allotted bonds, genetic chains, renounce the bad, refuse what makes you sad, create traditions new of what remains. How can you feel included, safe and calm? Just call that late night diner waitress, “Mom.”

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