Since it is now well after Thanksgiving, despite having purchased zero presents yet I can no longer deny that it is the holiday season. And I do stand by HOLIDAY, because while I celebrate Christmas, I like to think that I have at least partially conquered my secondary narcissism and can admit that the world does not revolve around me. So I am going to get this out of the way at the beginning…Happy Christmas (because for continuity of form I can pretend to be British), Chanukah, Yule, Kwanzaa, December or whatever else you celebrate that my ignorant Western Judeo-Christian mind couldn’t think of.
From now on I will use Christmas, because it’s shorter.
Anyway, whatever you are into, I’m sure it has a whole mess of “traditional” symbols, and while I like a random tradition as much as the next gal, they don’t have that personal feeling to them. Snow and Santa and garland and dreidels are all well and good, but when I think of what Christmas time is to me they aren’t what I think of.
To me, Christmas time is:
Dan Fogelberg’s Innocence Age double album…the whole thing, not just “Same Old Lang Syne”
Rumprint and Chocolate/Toffee Calorie Death Squares
and a Swiss chalet music box that plays Edelweiss
And, since here at Laughs Too Easily we (read “I”) are (read “am”, because the lack of subject verb agreement really would have bugged me) all about introspection and origins, I pass this totally pointless but pleasant activity on to y’all. My intarweb Christmas gift to whoever should come across it is this silly activity. Share what little personal traditions make your holiday.
…because really, someone needs to knock that fat man off his high-reindeer.