Christmas is coming, the geese is getting fat.
Holiday shit has gone South with the geese.
It certainly does not help that geese, prepared right, is kind of delicious.
Same goes for Dolphin. (I know, bad human. It is what it is and half of you are outraged.)
However, since its that time of the year that everybody is a little more prone to forgiveness, I have a shot at an existential kitchen pass on this one.
There is a serious magic that goes on during this time of year.
I will give you a hint, it is not that holiday spirit, milk of human kindness or any of that shit.
Its called baking.
Holiday baking is a vanishing art that is a lot like magic, everyone claims they can do it, very few can and the rest is inedible crap.
The much sainted ex could bake like a fiend.
I should have argued for bakery visitation in the divorce, but I was drinking a lot.
There are only a few more shopping days till Christmas.
So get off your ass.
And get online to Amazon.
I don’t even leave the house anymore.
Amazon has made shopping too easy and God knows how lazy I can get.
Doesn’t matter what it is, you can find it at Amazon.
When your kids are little, the whole year revolves around Christmas.
You bust your ass to make it happen.
And then, they grow up.
Priorities shift and you find yourself getting more into the family side of it.
Like you finally caught your breath.
My big thing now is that I like to cook breakfast for the family.
Bacon, eggs, toast, hashbrowns and waffles.
A solid vegetarian offering.
There are a lot of folks who get into the holidays in a big way.
And some that don’t.
Very few have no opinion.
Its a lot like pissing in the shower.
You either do or you don’t.
And nobody is in between. (Except for a high school party where I stood outside the bathtub and peed into it. 3 people were already peeing in the toilet and there was no room.)
For those that don’t, go ahead and keep pissing and moaning about how annoying it all is.
The holidays are a lot like a steamroller, there is no stopping it, and if you stand in the way, it will just roll right over you.
The one holiday tradition that still bothers me is the Elf on the shelf.
Its a newer tradition and the reason it bothers me is that it is unnecessary.
Santa knows if you have been naughty or nice, the elf supposedly reports to Santa like a good behavior narc.
I am secretly holding out hope that, like all narcs, Elf on the shelf has a life-threatening boot stomping coming to him.
But alas, the best I can hope for is the occasional out of control 5 year old tearing him apart when mom is not looking. (5 year olds are a lot like socially acceptable velociraptors, blood-thirsty and terrible.)
But, once your shopping is over, you can concentrate on the important stuff.
Secret drinking and hating your relatives.
That sounds like a one off funny line.
More truth there the more you look, so don’t look too closely.
The holidays are like a bar pick up.
Its the setting and the alcohol that makes it attractive, just don’t look too closely.
If you are lucky, the holidays will not boil your blood pressure too much, and the gifts will not force you into bankruptcy.
And that is the true gift of the holidays.