I love the holiday season. No, not exactly right. I love many things about it. Couldn’t care less about the gift giving in my direction. Love seeing the joy the things we send to the relatives brings, especially the grandchild, Haven. I love the meals, the cookies, the extra rations of grog.
I do not love the rushing around, the shopping and the packing of gifts. It has led to considerable strife between the Long-suffering wife and myself. It cuts into the grog consumption.
I don’t love the hangovers.
I love “Scrooged” the not perfect but still pretty good Bill Murray depiction of the Charles Dickens classic. It’s a regular for me and always makes me weep. Especially if I have exceeded my ration of grog, a likely outcome after a wrapping/packing session with the LSW.
I love my Christmas music selection. I have, over the years, programmed several all Christmas music stations and my personal collection is not what you’ll hear on the radio in large part. “Here comes Santy with his bag of shit” and that sort of tune always make me smile.
But..having said all that I was appalled and then furious when I heard the Pennsylvania Lottery run their “Happy Holidays” for the first time last night. First of all I HATE the Happy Holidays sentiment. Say what you mean and risk offending the Kwanza and Jewish among you. I think that they don’t care as much as you might think. And I know I don’t.
But really, the background music is “The 12 days of CHRISTMAS”. You get it?