12/03/2012 03:24 pm ET Updated Jan 30, 2013

Baby, It's Cold Outside

Yes it's holiday time, aka "the most wonderful time of the year."

Or is it?

According to songwriters Eddie Pola, George Wyle, and John Moss, why, yes it is!

"It's the most wonderful time of the year
With the kids jingle-belling
And everyone telling you
Be of good cheer
It's the most wonderful time of the year"

But wait a minute.

Despite Obama's victory, talk of a potential soft landing pad for the fiscal cliff, and the sounds of nonstop Christmas music, this season seems uncanny in its strife and stress for large numbers of people.

Be they friends sleeping on strange beds, displaced from downtown Manhattan and the Village, or any number of people suffering the losses of prior prosperity, dimming security, loss of aging parents and distance from real human connection.

Be it the chaos of the world, brought to us via news footage 24/7 that neatly removes the possibility of prescription-free sleep for many at night.

Yes, I hear all these stories and more.

I know you probably don't want to hear about this. I don't blame you.

But between the heavy holiday hype and the absence of anyone reporting the truth about how life today is truly felt, I have to question things.

Mainly, I question the corruption and manipulation of news itself. Do we need that repetitive loop of violence late at night? Yes, we all do have a choice to turn the channel, but the truth is, people are hooked to what is alarming, and can't seem to turn away from it. This is possibly because pictures of disaster stand in for one's own inner personal turmoil, a subject for another time.

On the matter of financial "reporting," if only we were that poised for prosperity!

I question items like the headline hype of a better economy and housing market. The upbeat economic newspaper articles that end with quick and sneaky "on the other-hands," not meant to be noticed or digested.

Just in time for Christmas, the widely reported "soaring" consumer sentiment has me wondering. Have we been programmed for Christmas?

I invite you to read, as I do, the very end of the bullish business headline stories, where words and statistics to the effect of "never mind" are found.

(Digression: For those who don't remember "never mind," Gilda Radner on Saturday Night Live, or her characters Emily Litella and Roseanne Roseannadanna, you alone understand the removal of Gilda's name from a local Wisconsin Gilda's Club, the cancer organization created in her honor.)

Is Christmas this year the evidence and launch of an improving economy, a reinvigorated America -- and if so, why the frowning pusses?

"It's the hap-happiest season of all
With those holiday greetings
And gay happy meetings when friends come to call
It's the hap-happiest season of all"

The short (and mostly the long) of it seems, at least anecdotally, to be that the facts of most people's lives in America remain a humiliating secret, (e.g., not so thriving or filled with "gay" happy meetings).

Therefore, 'tis the season of denial and self-denigration that comes from not feeling jolly.

"There'll be parties for hosting
Marshmallows for toasting
And caroling out in the snow
There'll be scary ghost stories
And tales of the glories of
Christmases long, long ago"

Since someone has to do it, here it comes. No, not Santa, but my yearly tradition of noting a distinct disparity between Christmas and real life.

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How would our society look, how different would we feel, if people were truly friendly and caring with each other?

How would behavior change if love was commonly offered and truth a desired commodity between friends?

If we could safely reveal our worries, burdens, and doubts to each other and be comforted, rather than pretending to race through a dizzy maze of false holiday -- and everyday -- destinations and cheer?

Would we be more likely, rather than looking past, to look into the eyes of a stranger on the street?

Would anxiety be replaced with the famous Christmas "goodwill" all year round?

Would "goodwill" mean cheering for others to succeed, which would open up the potential for our own successes?

What would that look like?

And finally, what would become of twittering if we were all rooting for Lindsay Lohan?

But wait, here's that song again.

"It's the most wonderful time of the year
There'll be much mistletoe-ing
And hearts will be glowing
When loved ones are near
It's the most wonderful time of the year"

May you all have loved ones near or far and a glowing heart all year.

I know I'll be sitting in Los Angeles traffic, eager for good cheer and excitedly listening for that famous tinkle of a jingling bell, one that replaces the car horns blasting a wildly different Christmas message.