an amazing thing happened this morning. i put the holiday station on Pandora, figuring if it weren't going to snow and give me some good ol' Christmas time in the city here in New York, i might as well at least let a little cyber cheer into my heart. lo then, the complete joy and amazement as i stood there shivering in the snowless December morn, when suddenly this wondrous feeling really did creep into my heart, sort of like the Grinch, but backwards. in the midst of all the consumerism up your ass bullshit that is Christmas today, I realized that way back when, whenever, in the day, Christmas REALLY must have been the most magical time of the year. standing there listening to Brenda Lee rockin around the Christmas tree, i truly felt the magic in my heart, kind of like Jack Frost, nipping at my nose and oh what a feeling that was
think about it - those were the days before this little nuisance of a thing called global warming. it probably actually snowed back then in December, and not just some wimpy squeaky little streaks that didn't make it past the first cut at snow globe try-outs in Arizona. no thanks! Christmas lights must have twinkled across the snowy white way from neighbors' porches, which you'd gaze at through frosted windows as your cheeks flushed red from the roaring fire on one side of you, a lush green tree decked out with angels and gold and red balls on the other, as your hands warmed up around a cup of freshly squeezed hot cocoa, straight from Mom's happily glowing kitchen. in your mind you'd be replaying the happy laughs of you and your buds as you skated across the frozen pond that afternoon, Grandma and Gramps would be arriving shortly with presents that actually meant something, and for once a year, your Pops would be in not just a good but great mood, with plenty of sparkling cheer to go around, as bright and yellow as Aunt Lilly's eggnog that you weren't supposed to sip, but which you and your big brother would amply try from time to time, in the course of one night.
think about that. those were the days. these are the days of clawing off someone else's face to get the last 60" plasma at Walmart at 4 AM the day after Thanksgiving.
i wish this post could play Dean Martin's rudoph the red nose reindeer from Christmas with Dino and have the whole world realize just how fucking great life is.
all i want for Christmas, jingle jingle.
think about it - those were the days before this little nuisance of a thing called global warming. it probably actually snowed back then in December, and not just some wimpy squeaky little streaks that didn't make it past the first cut at snow globe try-outs in Arizona. no thanks! Christmas lights must have twinkled across the snowy white way from neighbors' porches, which you'd gaze at through frosted windows as your cheeks flushed red from the roaring fire on one side of you, a lush green tree decked out with angels and gold and red balls on the other, as your hands warmed up around a cup of freshly squeezed hot cocoa, straight from Mom's happily glowing kitchen. in your mind you'd be replaying the happy laughs of you and your buds as you skated across the frozen pond that afternoon, Grandma and Gramps would be arriving shortly with presents that actually meant something, and for once a year, your Pops would be in not just a good but great mood, with plenty of sparkling cheer to go around, as bright and yellow as Aunt Lilly's eggnog that you weren't supposed to sip, but which you and your big brother would amply try from time to time, in the course of one night.
think about that. those were the days. these are the days of clawing off someone else's face to get the last 60" plasma at Walmart at 4 AM the day after Thanksgiving.
i wish this post could play Dean Martin's rudoph the red nose reindeer from Christmas with Dino and have the whole world realize just how fucking great life is.
all i want for Christmas, jingle jingle.
