by Kasimma Matheus Viana That awkward moment when you are sitting in your dark room—perhaps there is no power supply or you turned off your lights, whatever is obtainable in your country—and you remember Kevin McCallister standing in front of a mirror, lip-syncing “White Christmas,” pouring a shaving gag on his hands, slapping his cheeks and screaming, making the birds outside so scared they flee. Then you imagine Donald Trump, on Christmas day, dressing and singing “White Ch