He's shutting down. Compartmentalizing the pain…Living in the distraction. Just like the holidays – the fake santas, the plastic trees, the annoying Christmas cards. One big song-and-dance production to sell ourselves the theater that everything's jolly, at least for a moment. But when it's all over, Santa's gone back to his s**** day job, the trees get disassembled and thrown in a closet, the music's faded away. What then?