First things first...It's not even F&*#ING December yet!!!!
I've been innundated by the Christmas spirit, in ways that would make a well-seasoned convict cry foul. I can't walk into any shopping center other than Rite-Aid without hearing the Sounds of the Season. Santas are all over the place, and some of them are as fat and jolly as a crackhead. I've been hit with three evergreen branches already (for the record, none were covered in snow, none were mistletoe or holly, and no, none of them were from the Douglas Fir in the backyard..)
In the house, my wife has put up our plastic Charlie Brown tree, DieselCat is busy trying to either break every ball on the tree or trying to eat the tree, I can't tell. Ever since she discovered the scented candle section of the PX my house has smelled like a cross between freshly-cut pine and apple cider, and she insists that when we use the television to listen to music, she picks the Christmas station (a healthy improvement from Radio Disney, by the way...)
In the world at large, the adult-contemporary station I listen to on occasion has become "Your Holiday Headquarters" (aww, dammit!...), there's going to be a Christmas party this weekend in my hangar, my neighborhood is aglow with all the houses decorated (From a distance, I wonder if Chernobyl glows like this...) and I've already been forced through watching The Santa Clause 2 and 3 when she sits our friend's kid...there is a long list of medical procedures I'd rather be subjected to than to watch that again.
I'm not anti-Christmas, not by a long shot. But damn, I'm still cleaning out the leftovers from "Kill the Feathered Thing and put 'im next to the 'taters" day! We skipped right over Thanksgiving, just Halloween (hell) to Christmas (heaven)...interesting.. :D
Well, at least the shoppette is selling Maker's Mark Eggnog. Joyeux Noel...
I've been innundated by the Christmas spirit, in ways that would make a well-seasoned convict cry foul. I can't walk into any shopping center other than Rite-Aid without hearing the Sounds of the Season. Santas are all over the place, and some of them are as fat and jolly as a crackhead. I've been hit with three evergreen branches already (for the record, none were covered in snow, none were mistletoe or holly, and no, none of them were from the Douglas Fir in the backyard..)
In the house, my wife has put up our plastic Charlie Brown tree, DieselCat is busy trying to either break every ball on the tree or trying to eat the tree, I can't tell. Ever since she discovered the scented candle section of the PX my house has smelled like a cross between freshly-cut pine and apple cider, and she insists that when we use the television to listen to music, she picks the Christmas station (a healthy improvement from Radio Disney, by the way...)
In the world at large, the adult-contemporary station I listen to on occasion has become "Your Holiday Headquarters" (aww, dammit!...), there's going to be a Christmas party this weekend in my hangar, my neighborhood is aglow with all the houses decorated (From a distance, I wonder if Chernobyl glows like this...) and I've already been forced through watching The Santa Clause 2 and 3 when she sits our friend's kid...there is a long list of medical procedures I'd rather be subjected to than to watch that again.
I'm not anti-Christmas, not by a long shot. But damn, I'm still cleaning out the leftovers from "Kill the Feathered Thing and put 'im next to the 'taters" day! We skipped right over Thanksgiving, just Halloween (hell) to Christmas (heaven)...interesting.. :D
Well, at least the shoppette is selling Maker's Mark Eggnog. Joyeux Noel...
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