I wanted to write for the Christmas lights and claim to become an annual tradition in this time of street lighting, a welcoming, joyful and joyful public space from the point of view of the class. But, of course, also warm public spaces where some young people can be warming up without having to interpret that they know how to read books backwards, in a place that doesn't look like a storage room. Or maybe if you had a house, a house, a home, a home, a home, a home, a home, a home, a home, a home ... Perhaps I can say that they are Catholic parties and that they are these things, that they are still a burden on the churches and other facilities. But not so much, because two students from this teacher, who has taken advantage of Christmas gifts for “who” in class, have had to answer “nothing” and “no to anyone”. But that is not the fault of the Church. This is the fault of laity coiled like me, who are sometimes unaware of the exclusions they cause. Holidays. Need for rest. Even on vacation. This year, however, I have taken too much out of my tiredness. Ah, that's what will give us work during this vacation, making gifts. No, not giving away, consumerism (and the environment, and guilt of oppression). And in the case of children, in addition, disguised as magic. I decided that I would also write about the suspicion of psychopathy that these characters bring joy to me. And also, that's right. Two adults disguise themselves as lies. Not representing a fiction: the recipients do not know that it is false. And boys and girls are served one after the other in the village squares, they feed on their own believing illusions, and boys and girls give their most intimate illusion to a lie. They cheat them with a smile. Mass. Even if it sounds like a lie, I've discarded the issue. I've discarded them all. Until the following year. I will enjoy my vacation (and tired, I had to say). Start well, surrounded by light and heat (if you deserve it) and eat the grapes carefully.