Why Not Have Two Christmases? the commune's Rok Finger is trimmed in tinsel and popcorn strings for the holidays
Monday, Dec. 24, 2001
Ladies and genitalmen, I am filled up to my ears with Christmas
cheer! And, to a lesser extent, liquid opium. Each year around this
time I am amazed and bewildered when the same ol' jingle bellsy,
silent nightish, away-in-a-mangeresque feeling creeps back in like
Rudolph guiding Santa's sleigh flying low under radar. In some ways,
when it comes to Christmas, I'm just a big kid, and I mean in a good
way, not like the rudenik teenagers making fun of me as I shop for
suits in the children's wear section of Sears refer to me as a big
kid.
Which prompts the question, why is Christmas celebrated only
once a year?
Around this time, as people's thoughts turn to the needs of
their fellow man, and his live-in girlfriend, as children stand
wide-eyed and open-mouthed with their sloppy noses pushed up against
toy store windows with wonder until the fire hoses are turned on
them, as children hang their stockings or those of dad's mistress by
the fireplace with hopes of sugar hill gangs and such in their
head, some people become a little misty-eyed and get a lump in their
throat wondering, why can't Christmas be every day of the year?
Well, that's moronic, it would lose all meaning to have it
happen every day of the year. Such a preposterous notion clearly is
the work of someone who has little or no foresight or clue as to how
the world actually works and makes me want to grab said person or
persons and shake them until one of us has a stroke. No, that's
ridiculous, we need a way to preserve how special Christmas is and
yet still not have to wait a whole other year for it to occur. So
I've come up with the perfect solution: Two Christmases!
Obviously the key ingredient is spacing it out properly.
Having Christmas in November would steal all the joy out of the
original Christmas in December, and we'd be eating enough turkey to
slip into a seasonal winter coma from all the L-triptophane.
Likewise, if we put it in January it would begin to grow on your
nerves. Sure, I like the idea of getting a second chance to buy a
better gift for some loved one based on how poorly they reacted to
the first, but the logical answer here is to space the second
Christmas out far enough to really appreciate it.
The clear answer for me is July. When in July? I was getting
to that, you needn't be so pushy.
I say July 4th, good people. What about the Fourth of July,
you ask? What about it?
Let's celebrate Christmas in the middle of summer, feelin'
hot! Hot! Hot! A shorts-and-tank-top Christmas, a Jimmy
Buffett-by-the-fireplace Christmas, a tequila-and-ribs-for-Santa
Christmas. Let's start new traditions, I say. Let fireworks light
the way for Santa! The kids can hang their wet swimsuits on the
porch for Santa to fill up with presents; whimsical and practical.
New Christmas specials for a new holiday. It's A Christmas
Sunburn, Charlie Brown!, Perry Como Live From Rio de Janiero.
Bing Crosby's Dreaming of A Sweltering, Fuzzy Christmas. Sure,
most of those people are dead already, I don't keep up on new
celebrity but surely someone could fill their fossilized shoes.
Christmas is way too special to be just once a year. And
people say Christmas is about the birth of Jesus and the celebration
of his life, but I say Christmas is more than that: It's big,
glossy, commercialized and holds little to no religious meaning.
Why limit that to only once a year?
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