On Sentimentality, or Why Christmas Confuses Me

The hed is a false promise; I couldn’t care less about Christmas. I usually flee the country if I can - there’s a lot of death in the family around the Holidays, and my parents have this demonic Christmas tree that has animated eyes and a felt mouth that sings carols when it’s on and you pass it by. It has tormented me since childhood, and I hope it goe…