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Hold it a Minute

I opened my RSS feed this morning and it is full of “Merry Christmas” wishes. I guess it is almost legal to not have to say, “Happy Holidays” but it isn't Christmas – except at the NYSE.

People don't know what to say about this trifecta holiday. The only one happy with it seems to be Hallmark. Well, the atheists are getting their 15-minutes with their annual law suits. Grouped together I'm reminded of that childrens poem:

Rub a dub dub,
Three men in a tub,
And who do you think they be?
The butcher, the baker,
The candlestick maker.
Turn them out, knaves all three.

 

I'm not garumping about the idea but what it has become. It isn't that it was better in my day. These days it kicks off with your crass Black Friday. Then, it was just the day after Thanksgiving. But it was as big a horror. All the radio stations started playing carols non-stop. Doesn't take long to tire of Gene Autry and Rudolph.

Whatever flavor you practice, it is nice that at some point you'll set aside the commercial part and look to the source. And, that's probably whats saving us from being sent again to wander the desert for 40-years.

Tomorrow or the day after will confirm the annual truth. We never get what we want. Even when we think that is the case it is just delaying the inevitable. Kids get a PS2 right before the WII becomes king of the hill. The other stuff is never quite what the ad portrayed. Even when close family pick up on 40% of our hints, it misses just a scosch and we're left thinking what might have been – optimism again outscoring intellect.

It also points out that our genetic heritage is not what we hoped. Aunts prove that with their apparent color blindness coupled to cluelessness. It the gene that put regifting in the lexicon.

My Grandmother was the worst. She always tried and tried hard. But we cousins had that look between us as we stared at her gifts under the tree. Although, I was the one that always got something good. At one point I had said, “Grandma, this is the best pound cake I ever ate.” So, there was always one of those wrapped in Saran and then foil whenever I saw her – including Christmas.

But stay optimistic tomorrow. It is possible that miracles really do happen.

Merry Christmas.

(I'll leave the Joyeux Noel term to those of you with au pairs.)

 

 

 

 

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  1. December 24th, 2010 at 14:10 | #1

    Merry Christmas. Say it proud!
    -DrC

  2. December 24th, 2010 at 18:31 | #2

    Lol . . . Merry Christmas Ken!  We solved the "not getting quite what you want" by not getting each other anything this year . . . of course, I think with the car, Doc's like way ahead anyway.  🙂

  3. December 25th, 2010 at 17:07 | #3

    I have this picture of Doc in dashing attire right down to the Italian Borsalino.

    You?  There's this tee-shirt that goes:  And all I got was…

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