Dear Glittering Half-Truths,
December is the season of stories –
some ancient, some modern,
some sweet, some strategic,
some harmless,
some… not so harmless.
We wrap our truths in tinsel this time of year.
We soften the edges.
We round the corners.
We bend reality just enough to make it sparkle.
It starts with childhood magic –
stories meant to delight, not deceive.
But as we grow up, the myths grow with us.
We pretend the season is always joyful,
even when our hearts are complicated.
We pretend we’re fine,
even when we’re overwhelmed.
We pretend we’re not lonely,
even when the silence feels louder than sleigh bells.
We pretend our families are at peace,
even when the tension is thicker than gravy.
We pretend we’re celebrating,
even when we’re barely hanging on.
December is full of myths –
big ones, small ones,
sweet ones, harmful ones,
stories we inherit and stories we invent.
But the most dangerous myth of all?
That honesty will somehow ruin the season.
Because the truth is not the enemy of magic.
It’s the soil where real magic grows.
Real connection.
Real tenderness.
Real presence.
Real relief.
There’s power in saying:
“Yes, it’s beautiful – and yes, it’s a lot.”
“Yes, I love this time of year – and yes, I’m tired.”
“Yes, I’m grateful – and yes, I’m grieving something too.”
Truth doesn’t diminish December.
It deepens it.
So as the lights glow and the noise crescendos,
let’s be brave with each other.
Let’s make room for the truth beneath the glitter.
Let’s share the stories that are real,
not just the ones that are shiny.
Because the world doesn’t need more perfect myths.
It needs honest hearts.
✨
~ The Radical Left