Merry Grinchmas (and all that jazz)

Merry Xmas from The Domino Theory

I have to work this Christmas Day but mind you, I’m not complaining.  I’m happy just to have a job this year.    In this economy just being employed seems like a gift.   I was able to get my beautiful wife a nice present and the kids passed the Barbie dolls and action figures stage many moons ago.  The girl always wants more clothes and the boy always needs more clothes so they’re a lot easier to shop for. 

Later on after I’ve had a chance to grab some sleep I’ll swing by my brother’s house to drop off a few gifts.  There’s plenty of lousy NBA and NFL football on today, but I’ll only pay passing attention to any of it.   Maybe at some point my wife will make brunch and I’ll have some time to chill before I head back to pull my next shift.   I don’t much mind largely being absent on Xmas.   With both my parents gone and all the little ones turning into big ones, Christmas doesn’t give me the kick it once did.    It’s always been about the kids, but with the kids in my family aging out  it gets a little less so with every passing year.

"Ho-ho-ho, my peeps."

The worst thing about Christmas is 95 percent of Christmas music is pure crap.   Most of it is either sentimental sludge, corny, poorly sung and played garbage that’s an insult to both music and good taste.   If there must be Christmas music I prefer to let the music do the talking as it does on the Boney James version of “Christmas Time Is Here.”   I like a bit of soul to my season greetings.   

Whether its spent with family, friends, foes or alone with a goldfish swimming in a bowl of water,  I hope you made out like a bandit this Christmas and Santa brought you a lot of crap.   Some of which you might actually have wanted.    

I’d wish for peace on Earth and good will toward all men, women and children, but wishing alone has never made it so.    It takes a little less hand-wringing and a lot more commitment to action.  We all need to look a bit deeper in the mirror and make the personal changes that enable to change the world around us.  

And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so?  It came without ribbons.  It came without tags.  It came without packages, boxes or bags.  And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore.  Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before.  What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store.  What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.  ~Dr Seuss

Merry Christmas.  And Happy Holidays.   Just to piss off Bill O’Reilly.