Somehow,
it’s the Christmas season in the middle of November and I find myself not
minding that much. As you all know, I have a rather complicated relationship
with Christmas. I love the snow and the unrelenting optimism and friendliness
of unsuspecting victims; but on the other hand: my family drains the life from
me with every phone call and unexpected visit and eventually that unrelenting
optimism becomes an elusive cynicism that is impossible to manage.
As usual,
the moment Halloween was over – and even a little bit before – all the
Christmas decorations came out and the holiday music started playing. It must
be so odd as a musician to write and record Christmas music months and months
in advance. I don’t actually know how long it takes to produce an album but I
imagine Michael Bublé in his recording studio on the Fourth of July singing
about decking the halls.
How did
that man establish himself as a staple of the holiday season? You have
Butter-whatever Turkey, Oceanview Cranberries, and Michael Bubbles. That and
whatever Starbucks is happening – although, confession, I am definitely an
Eggnog Latte with extra chocolate sprinkles (in case any of you were wondering)
– seems to define the modern Western Christmas.
I won’t go
off into a tangent about the rampant consumerism of our contemporary culture –
mostly because those are college essay words and I am beyond that. And frankly
I don’t care that our society has become obsessed with itself. It makes my job
easier.
I know that
life is not all about death but it’s something I’ve passionate about. If I
could get paid for it, I would – although we’ve already established that
assassination does not allow for nearly enough creativity or freedom. Maybe I
should find another hobby as well. Just to balance things out. Any suggestions?
In any
case; I’m feeling quite calm and content right now. I might actually be looking
forward to the holidays this year. Of course, my mother hasn’t called yet.
We’ll see if the two of us can get through the holiday season without incident.
I doubt it.
What fun would that be? I don’t know if that sentence was grammatically
correct. Any English majors in my reader-base?
As always,
dear readers,
Stay Safe
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