CHRISTMAS FEELS LIKE SIXTY HOUR WORK WEEKS SPLIT BETWEEN TWO JOBS.CHRISTMAS SOUNDS LIKE A RASPUTINA MIXTAPE, SMELLS LIKE THE SANTA MONICA BLUE BUS NUMBER EIGHT. CHRISTMAS FEELS LIKE MYSTERIOUS MUSCULAR PAIN AND PANIC ATTACKS.CHRISTMAS LOOKS LIKE THE BACKSIDE OF MALLS AND THE STORE FRONTS OF THE PROMENADE. CHRISTMAS SOUNDS LIKE HARE KRISHNAS SHAKING THEIR TAMBOURINES IN PRAYER, SMELLS LIKE A STOCKROOM AND FRESHLY PRINTED PAPER. CHRISTMAS TASTES LIKE CARAMEL SOY LATTES FROM COFFEE BEAN, FOLLOWED BY A RED BULL, FOLLOWED BY A HANDFUL OF UPPERS.CHRISTMAS SMELLS LIKE ANOTHER BATCH OF POPCORN, ANOTHER HUNGOVER MORNING, ANOTHER MEAL I CAN'T AFFORD.CHRISTMAS SOUNDS LIKE MY MOM CRYING. CHRISTMAS TASTES LIKE SUCKING GENTLY ON SLICE AFTER SLICE OF CLEMENTINE, EYES ROLLED BACK IN PLEASURE AND SWEETLY KISSING FRIENDS, TEETH CLENCHED AND JAW GRINDING. CHRISTMAS SMELLS LIKE HOSPITAL, TASTES LIKE TEARS, FEELS STRONG AND SCARED. CHRISTMAS LOOKS LIKE DEATH ON THE FACE OF SOMEONE I LOVED VERY MUCH.