By Tequila Mockingbird
It’s beginning to look a lot like chaos. The lights are tangled, the cookies are burnt, and somewhere in Washington, D.C., a modern-day Scrooge sits in his high-backed chair, counting political pennies instead of blessings.
Across the nation, people are asking the same thing: Will there even be a Christmas this year?
Inside the White House, the ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Future have been replaced by advisors, aides, and political elves scrambling to save face instead of saving joy. It’s a tinsel-covered panic room. Policy papers are wrapped in red tape instead of ribbon, and the national mood swings between “Bah humbug” and “Pass the eggnog.”
Meanwhile, the rest of America is trying to hang on to the spirit. The carolers are louder, the trees brighter, the parties a little wilder — as if the country is daring the darkness to cancel its holiday.
Christmas isn’t just a date on a calendar. It’s rebellion in disguise — a defiant flicker of warmth against the cold machinery of politics. You can’t legislate hope. You can’t veto love. Even if the halls of power are full of Scrooges, the streets still glow with people who refuse to stop believing.
So yes — there will be a Christmas this year. Not because the powerful say so, but because the people do.
