Christmas Eve. The day we usher in the birth of Our Lord, counting down the minutes till midnight while partying away, drinking excessively, smoking on cigars and sleeping around.
As much as I love the season, this is what the world has made it. A holiday which has its true meaning torn apart, chewed up and spit out like yesterday's news.
The conundrum of Christmas is a difficult one indeed. Have we fallen so far, so quickly that we fail to realise the basic mistakes that we have made?
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On another note, Monash interview happened today. I know, an interview on Christmas Eve? Am I the only one seeing a viable problem with the above statement? In any respect, the interview went rather well (in my opinion), and I'm rather proud with the sucker-punch I gave to the interviewer on the subject of professionalism. One-jab, two-jab, uppercut, and he's out!
Would it be wrong of me for wishing to return to the days of the First Noel?
Wishing the impossible,
Shaun