Did you ever have a Christmas where you had to work a double shift because no one else showed up? Maybe one year you were far from family/friends and the loneliness is made worse by the smiling happy people who seem not to have a care in the world. They have the nice car, clothing, just perfect fucking lives and yet they're looking at you funny because you're not working fast enough for them. They have to wait in line, oh, the horror. You get the idea, but then, out of nowhere, someone who cares about you stops by to give you an unexpected gift and wish you a happier time. The gift, one time, was a tiny little book called The Art of Peace, a simple and thoughtful gift. Sure, the world is full of plastic assholes, but at least there are a few real friends. They are the ones who make Christmas feel like a holiday.