Halloween: I don't understand, why they would make the world scarier than it is. My life is filled with enough ghosts to last a town a generation.
Thanksgiving: What is there to be thankfull of? The classics? A home: none... a family: Only the one I see through the windows... Love: don't start me on that... THEY don't even care about the thank part. They just care about the turkey. Something I'm not getting either.
Christmas: And who is going to give me presents? To who will I give?
New Year: Another year of suffering. Nothing to rejoice on.
Easter: Pink bunnys? Why waste your money?
Independence Day: From who? The British? Stop living in the past. For the money from those fireworks, you could feed a thousand hungry, shelter a hundred. Why not? Because you think of yourself and the rich, not others and the poor. Pretty colors won't fill my belly or shelter me from the rain.
I named myself Angel to wish to join them. I added Joy Freedman to show who I'm not.