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A beautiful but fragile crystal ball
Bartholome 2022-07-31 10:35:38
A dark version of a fairy tale. The plot has a very good meaning. Whenever a festival is celebrated, everyone will only know that it is a holiday. Everyone forgets the original meaning of the festival. Now the festival is in superficial form, and there is no spirit at all. The existence of faith, the crystal ball actually represents a meaning, a beautiful preserved but easily broken past memory. Cromps actually represents the interpersonal relationship in society. He obviously hates each other, but in order to welcome his friends, everyone's innocence when they are young will change over time, forgetting the initial beliefs and hopes, and become hypocritical and catering to the surface. Others, even if they sacrifice for them, can’t change their minds and spirits, just like HWORD, they can’t help complaining that they should actually go to his brother for the festival, but have they thought that the pig farm has no place to hide more easily? Being arrested, although it was obviously their problem, they had to put up a hypocritical face and smile to get along with each other, but they couldn’t change anything by themselves, just like the grandma tried to say it, but no one wanted to. Hearing what he said, even if you listen to Quehao and don’t care, you will only face it when things are made big. In today’s social theory, everyone does not first listen to and understand the words and values of others, but only thinks about why you don’t. Listen to me first, so in order to find a common language topic, I have to cooperate with the topic to welcome others. In this hypocritical and realistic society, everyone has forgotten the original innocent thoughts. The innocence of the past is like a crystal ball. Deep in my heart
Extended Reading
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Omi: Saint Nicholas is not coming this year. Instead, a much darker, ancient spirit. His name is Krampus. He and his helpers did not come to give, but to take. He is the shadow of Saint Nicholas.
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Jordan: We know you still believe in the big fat creeper!
Max: I don't know what you're talking about!
Stevie: [pulls up Max's letter to Santa] Are you sure about that?
Beth Engel: [Max tries to get his letter back; Beth stops him] Stop!
Stevie: [reading] "Dear Santa, I know I haven't been great this year and I'm sorry for that, but I was really hoping you can help out me and my family this Christmas. We need you!" Oh, Maxi Pad. That is so s...
Beth Engel: [stops him from getting his letter back] Stop, Max!
Stevie: Blah blah blah. Bullshit, bullshit. Ah, here we go, Maxi's wish list!
Beth Engel: Stevie, stop! That's enough!
Stevie: Wait, you're up first, Beth!
[reading]
Stevie: "I wish me and Beth could hang out like we used to."
[Beth turns her head to Max]
Stevie: "Might've noticed that I don't have tons of friends."
[she pretends to feel sorry for him and Jordan mockingly smiles]
Stevie: Oh, no, really Max?
[Jordan laughs and she continues reading]
Stevie: "I wish my Mom and Dad could fall in love again."
[Tom and Howard look at each other]
Stevie: "I know they get upset a lot with Dad away from home so much. I think they really just miss each other."
[Linda enters]
Stevie: "Also, I wish things weren't so hard for Uncle Howard and Aunt Linda."
[Stevie and Linda look at each other]
Stevie: "So, maybe you can lend them a hand for the rest of the year."
[turns letter around as Howard and Linda look at each other]
Stevie: "And... and that..."
[angrily]
Stevie: Screw you, Dad does not wish we were boys!
Sarah Engel: [smilingly enters with carambola] Who wants carambola?
[Beth turns her head to Sarah and Sarah stops smiling on realizing the situation]
Max: [angrily gets off his chair to get his letter back] Give me the letter!
Tom: Hey! Max?
[Max fights with Stevie and Jordan with the adults talking in the background]
Howard: [pulls Stevie and Jordan back] All right, that's enough!
Tom: You okay? Honey!
Max: I just wanted Christmas to be like it used to be, but forget it! I hate Christmas! I hate all of you!
[angrily and tearfully runs up to his room]
Sarah Engel: Max? Max!
Aunt Dorothy: Oh, lay off of him!
[Max slams his bedroom door]
Aunt Dorothy: Kid deserves a prize for telling the truth!