Yes, the debate has already begun, should Christmas be celebrated before Thanksgiving, or does the turkey deserve its due? If you are a defender of the cornucopia, I’m here to tell you, that argument is so 2016. Move over mashed potatoes, it’s time for the jack-o-lantern to scare away those jolly elves who want their lighted tree to shine in … October?
I am all for celebrating any and all holidays, and if you have a party, I’m there. But, Thanksgiving lovers caught in a tryptophan daze just lost the fight with Christmas, and the sleigh bells have moved on to a new target to conquer, Halloween.
I’m sure the Boo Day purists will find it offensive walking into a Home Depot right now, only to find their inflatable Grim Reapers replaced by red-nosed reindeers. Don’t let what happened to the turkey happen to the ghost, instead of battling with old St. Nick for your day, take over a holiday you can dwarf. Maybe, Labor Day or any one of the 30+ holidays in August can be your focus. I might want to stay away from Independence Day, that one might blow-up in your face.
Decorate if you want to decorate, dress up if you want to dress up, celebrate Valentine’s Day or Mother’s Day months in advance, I’m okay with that.
And on this day of ghost and ghouls, Merry Christmas!
Addendum to Santa
Hi, I am Azul’s mom, hope you’re doing well. I am not sure what the protocol is for such a letter, but thank you for taking the time to read it.
Since mastering the skill of writing, Azul has been very concerned with getting his letter to you just right. Although my seven year-old has been writing for a couple of years, this year he’s worked diligently and produced a number of rewrites. And with each new composition there are the addition and subtraction of wants and gifts, which I’m sure you are already aware of. He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake …
He has been a good boy this year (quite frankly he was awesome), but I am concerned with some of the items on his list, they seem to be fairly extravagant this year, including things like industrial sized vending machines, drones and computers.
After much convincing (basically begging) on my part, he no longer wants a sandwich/soda vending machine for his room. Whew!
In his final letter, he settled on a new laptop computer. I reminded him that we already have two computers in the house and really don’t need one more.
Since my begging already met some success with him, I am now moving to the source to beg.
Pleeeease Santa, do not get him a computer for Christmas, laptop or otherwise!
Thank you and Merry Christmas.
P.S. Azul will have cookies and egg nog for you on Christmas Eve night, and carrots for your reindeer. Have a safe trip.
I have learned many things from Azul over the years, and much like Plato to Socrates, I have listened and written his words. And now some Christmas knowledge has been passed down to me. Azul informed me, “Santa doesn’t poop!” In my desire for knowledge and with a furrowed brow, I responded, “What?” He repeated, “Santa doesn’t poop.” Sensing my misunderstanding he continued, “How do you think he gets so fat? He doesn’t poop!” Much like a student to his teacher I stared in amazement, not knowing what to say, but now knowing something I never knew before and questioning whether sometimes ignorance is bliss.