As we look back, Gonzo Xmas 2022 stands as a timestamp of our resilience. It was the year we stopped trying to make the holidays look perfect and started making them feel real—even if "real" meant a bit of a headache and a lot of cleanup the next morning. It was a beautiful, terrifying, neon-soaked mess, and we wouldn't have had it any other way.
Don't try to be normal. Be weird. Be loud. Make the ugly cookies. Drink the cheap champagne from the plastic cup. The ghost of Christmas Gonzo demands only one thing: gonzo xmas 2022
December 26, 2022
By the time the sun set on the 25th, the carnage was complete. The living rooms of America were littered with the shrapnel of consumerism—shredded wrapping paper, plastic ties that required a blowtorch to remove, and the hollow realization that the "magic" had been successfully monetized until it bled. As we look back, Gonzo Xmas 2022 stands
We made our way to the dining room. The tree was blinking in the corner, a strobe light designed to induce seizures in the weak-hearted. Underneath it, a mountain of boxes wrapped in glossy paper. It was grotesque. It was beautiful. It was the annual Sacrifice to the Economy. Don't try to be normal
Here’s to the strange, the stressed, and the slightly unhinged. Merry Gonzo Xmas, you filthy animals. 🥃🎄
As the clock struck midnight on Christmas Eve, the snow began to fall—not the soft, cinematic flakes of a Hallmark movie, but a hard, icy grit that stung the eyes. We sat around the tree, illuminated by the flickering glow of a thousand screens, clutching our gift cards like holy relics.
