If the party is of Love, why some one died?
From cradle to plate — where have we lost respect?
Christmas comes dressed in light.
Table set, laughter open, family gathered.
Speech is love—but the center of the table is body.
A silence that no one listens to, because they called it custom.
And when the custom is repeated too much, it’s called tradition.
And when tradition hurts, no one cares.
But it is Christmas
The date that celebrates the birth of baby boy,
In a stable among live animals
Animals that weren’t a feast —
They were witnesses, they were presence.
And that’s where the manifesto begins.
The question echoes:
How do we celebrate life with death served on our plate?
How do we talk about light with tempered blood of rosemary?
Where exactly have we lost the thread of compassion?
Psychology already knows:
human being dissociates to keep eating.
Create emotional distancing, change name – turkey, chicken, barbeque.
A nickname to forget someone was there.
Someone who was breathing.
Someone who felt scared.
Someone that wanted to live.
And everyone says it’s just an animal —
but they never say that about the dog in the room.
Because conditional love is not love —
it is a privilege of a kind.
This manifesto does not accuse.
He invites you
He opens the curtain, not to shock —
but to remember.
Christmas doesn’t need death to be satiated. Compassion isn’t weakness — it’s evolution. Love that excludes is not love — it is habit.And if supper can be beautiful without blood,
if taste can exist without one paying with life,
if it is possible to celebrate without turning life into decoration…
So why the hell not
This text is for those who feel uncomfortable and do not know how to name it.
For those who already understand the contrast between love and abduction.
For those who are ready to expand their table —
not with more dishes, but with more ethics.
Because the Christmas of the future will not have bitter silence.
There will be life, respect, coexistence.
The table will be full with no victims.
There will be a party that didn’t cost an existence.
When love includes all beings,
humanity will finally understand Christmas
