"The family comes on the second day of Christmas. Nobody knows why, nobody asks anymore, you've fallen into a certain depressive lethargy, you can't get out of it, you can swallow pills like a madman, go to the psychiatrist on the couch every other day, but the family comes anyway, they don't give a damn. And they act like they should be happy. Next time I'll take them with me. On the couch."
Kai Magnus Sting's literary festive overture Unter Weihnachtsmännern depicts in incomparable style the many imponderables that the feast of all feasts holds for us all.