Eventide is softly casting o'er the Earth a magic spell...

[LonelyBoy]

And a pop song, everlasting, on the night ere Christmas seems so swell -- paraphrasing , albeit liberally, some bloke.

It's like an allegory about the relativistic-contextual anthropomorphism that must necessarily occur in onesie-wearing adult capitalists along with their rejection of post-consumerism. Very much like Orwell's Animal Farm is an allegory, or perspective, of the comparative-substantive concept driving the betrayal and moral bankruptcy of communist revolutions, which always -- perhaps even inevitably -- become dictatorship prison-empires.

And their inexorable-but-cataclysmic decline.