once upon a time….

December 24, 2007

In case you just emerged from a coma it’s Christmas eve. Tomorrow morning the baby Jesus will rise from the pumpkin patch and give all the good boys and girls boiled eggs that explode into dazzling fireworks displays. Not really, but that would be pretty cool. Actually tomorrow is about discovering what a fat white man left for you under a dying tree after breaking into your house and possibly kissing your mother.

This is a strange time of year for me. I get those “holiday blues”, which doesn’t make a whole lot of sense because I am doing pretty well right now. Maybe it’s that longing for days gone by, the regrets of the past year, or angst about the year to come. To counter the annoying sense of despair I seem saddled with, I went a little Christmas ape-shit.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not tacky enough to go all Griswold. Our lights outline the roof and chimney, and I did a little number on a tree in the front yard reminiscent of Charlie Brown’s Christmas tree. We do have three trees in the living room though. One seven foot, one three foot, both fake. And one two foot ceramic tree that my parents bequeathed to me this year. The ceramic tree was always in our living room growing up, and so it kind of symbolizes this time of year for me. Now it sits in our living room. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll pass it on to our kid. I did go a little overboard on the presents, but who’s going to complain? Just doing my part to fight terrorism by participating in capitalism.

Getting into the decorating spirit has been good for me. And I don’t care if it’s a religious holiday, or who stole who’s festival and co-opted who’s symbols. Put up lights on everything! Go ahead and put a manger in your yard, a pentagram or a giant lit up dreidel. Just go with it. How often is it not only ok, but encouraged, to decorate your house in crazy lights? Why pass up a chance to give gifts to the one’s you love?

And the music. I have had Christmas music living in the stereo since the day after Thanksgiving. I found this set called “Ultimate Christmas Cocktails” and it’s the swankest Christmas music around. What I want to know is, what ever happened to caroling? We used to go caroling in my neighborhood growing up. All of us kids would stand there singing at the doorways of strangers, then go right inside for fudge and cookies, and on to the next house. I even sometimes want to go to church this time of year for the singing. I wonder if they sing at midnight mass.

Anyhow, add the food, the drinks and the fact that I got the week off, and this holiday season thing rocks. Hell yes Merry Christmas. I’ll celebrate damn near anything that gets me out of work. Hanukah would be a lot more popular if people got those eight days to sit at home and get pissed drunk.

One thing I have been thinking about this year is traditions. This is most likely our last winter just the two of us. After this it’s all about the little one. We have always enjoyed quiet Christmas mornings, just us and some coffee. In a few years it will be paper shredding, squeals of joy and a lot of picture taking. And we will have to start visiting relatives for the holidays, the horror. But at least I’ll finally have an excuse to go toy shopping.

If only it would snow. Start an ice age if need be, I just want some damn snow tomorrow morning. We need to move further north. Right now it’s just cold. Really cold, like stay in the house because there is no reason to go outside because there isn’t any snow to play in so why suffer cold. I miss sledding. It’s a great feeling, the wind on your face as you barrel out of control faster and faster down a hill side, screaming with exhilaration and fear. Plus building snowmen, and snow forts for the snow ball fights. I remember all of it, and it was fun. I would suffer snow shoveling to give our child those memories.

Hope you got tomorrow off work. If you don’t, I hope you are at least getting holiday pay. What ever you do this year, spend some time with those you love. Me, I’ll be curled up with the mrs. and a glass of hot rum and cider.

Merrappy ChristmaHanaFestivuKwanzaKa!

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