There’s a strange peace that settles in on Christmas night. The noise stops. The lists stop. The chase pauses.For one night—one dark, midwinter night—everyone, everywhere, seems to remember how to be human. We spend the whole year competing.Once upon a time, that meant hunting the pig. Now it means fighting for paychecks, clients, clicks, and whatever else keeps the lights on. The arena changed, but the instinct didn’t. Survival still hums underneath everything we do. And the