Christmas is like some sort of litmus test that shows in black and white how starkly different our lives are from the standardised Norman Rockwell painting of how life is "supposed" to be.

We are "supposed" to be "happy", at home with all sorts of "loving" relatives, in a "festive" large suburban home.

No one experiences depression, addiction, anomie, angst, neurological disorders, social anxiety, poverty, or any other unpleasant maladjustments.

It is like we are all *forced* to see ourselves in a stark snapshot contrasted to the famous Norman Rockwell painting of how we are *supposed* to be.

And we all fail hideously.