Ah, Animal Crossing! Or how I used to explain it to people "It's kinda like the Sims, but your neighbors are animals and you don't die if you can't pee!" It's a video game series that I can say I played most of the games in— we don't talk about Amiibo Festival.

I love the Christmas season. I love most Christmas movies and music, Christmas lights and decorations (especially when wrapped around bare trees—it makes the trees look brighter, cooler, and futuristic), and the smell of pine trees. Is it just me, or do people seem to be kinder this time of year? There is one thing that makes my crisp, pure snow idea of Christmas into a dirty pile of slush—I don’t know how to celebrate Christmas.

I'm a sentimental packrat. On display or in storage are trinkets from places I visited, greeting cards with handwritten messages from family and friends, old gaming magazines from the 2000s, photographs from gatherings, and many other items that would fill up a page if I tried to list them out.

At that moment, it felt like it was the right thing to do. My action brought some peace, but just like Icarus who flew too close to the sun. I came crashing down into an ocean of embarrassment and foolishness.