So I says to the guy, I says... I don't care who you are. Just get those reindeer off my roof." - Unknown.
Christmas tradition is un-escapable. Whether you spend thousands on gifts and blinding light displays, or you cover your ears and childishly chant "nya-nya-I-can't-hear-you" until the horrible thing passes. It's still a tradition.
One tradition that seems to have a grip on many is excess. Yards become electrical hazards, stores lineups start in other stores you didn't even know existed, and the spiced rum never seems to last as long as the bottle of 'nog.
Then of course there the tradition of Chuck's classic, "A Christmas Carol". How sad is that that nine times out of ten when you say Santa and Scrooge, someone thinks of crass Canadian Tire commercials. Well, last Christmas Eve we attempted to watch the black and white classic. But being the 24th, the festive blur was in full swing and the greatest challenge was no longer who can peel a mandarin with just one peel. Rather, who can stay up through the entire Christmas Carol movie.
This year I decided to go straight to the source and read the book which is actually quite good. However my Christmas cheer started early and listening to the CBC all day puts one in a queer mindset. By queer I mean their continual, factual listing of atrocities committed by our provincial government is gut churning to say the least. Funny how that happens when you don't own the press. So it was, 5 paragraphs into the classic and there was just no shaking the eerie resemblance between Scrooge and Gord-o Campbell. Things really started to slip when my eyelids began loosing their futile battle with gravity and I approached my favorite passage.
It's the part where two gentlemen approach Scrooge-o
and ask for donation to go to those of a lesser tax bracket.
I then fell into a sleep where, due to layoffs, Scrooge-o was only visited by one ghost, but boy was she a dozy! Then the flying monkeys with bad backs started quarreling over sandwiches and my Christmas present to all of you is telling you no more of that particular dream.
Play safe kids.
Merry Christmas! and (your God here) bless us all.