What's Christmas when its essence of existence is void of? What is love when it is designed by materialistics wants and not the company of sincere cherishes ones? What is effort when there isn't a receiver at the end of the line to tie the knot after being provided for? What is appreciation when lovers turn to slandering and senseless disputes? Is humanism solely answerable for insolence in our meer nature? Does sin follow up with emotions that drag chains to batter someone inside out? Is anything even justifiable?

Is love still keeping us alive?