Dear nameless person of the future, here is a gift for you from the people of the past. At this time, we, the people of the past, are celebrating what is called ‘Christmas’; which I assume should mean nothing to you now – or perhaps this is the first you are hearing of such an occasion. Christmas happens on the 25th day of the 12th month. And in case you are not familiar with the system of time which we have established: a year consists of 365 days, which is approximately the time it takes for the earth to make one revolution around the Sun. These days are then divided into months, of which there are 12. December is the month we are in now, and at this time, it is Christmas. Christmas is a time of joy and of giving. Normally, the roads are decorated with bright ornaments and beads of light, and there align a motley of discount-plagues at the windows of the shops; from which everyone will buy presents to give to other people. But more and more, Christmas is losing meaning; we have come to receive it as no more than another holiday, another festivity during which we must fill our moods with ebullience and dance to the merry songs that play on the radio. Eventually, I imagine, occasions like these will mean nothing; perhaps like a void in the strenuous, monotonous motion of life, a respite from the automation of ourselves. This gift we present to you serves thus to remind you of the importance of retaining meaning in the occasions – where there is no meaning, no culture, there is no humanity.