Merry Christmas, my little stuffed geese! I like to celebrate Festivus, with the airing of grievances and the feats of strength. As I was wrestling my dear ones to the ground (note: this did not happen), I couldn’t help but wonder – what are the holidays all about? What’s the point? Why do we do this? What’s so awesome about Christmas?
Christmas is about so many things – Christmas trees,
and lots of food,
and putting hats on babies
and wearing reindeer in your hair,
and making corndogs with your brother-in-law’s new corndog maker,
and drinking from comically small beer mugs,
and taking photos of some questionable candleholders,
and maybe making a dinosaur nativity in front of a another nativity.
Maybe that’s how you celebrate Christmas. That’s how I celebrate mine. However you do, I hope you are happy, and healthy, and surrounded by people you love and who love you back. Usually, the stress of the holidays leaves me with a heart of cold, black tar. But this year, I saw a group of people dressed as Santas, giving out gifts door-to-door to children, and my heart melted to warm sludge. And then turned to gold.
So in my with my shiny new heart, I wish you a merry Christmas, and a happy new year, and as many corndogs as your tar heart desires!