No One Expects A Bunny To The Face
Things I May Not Have Mentioned About The Holidays:
It’s A Wonderful Life. Please, lord, save me from 24 hours of this terrible movie. In fact, please spare me from watching any Christmas movie, The Sound Of Music, The Wizard Of Oz and the Gene Wilder version of Charlie And The Chocolate Factory. Exceptions may be made for Scrooged. I like it when the Ghost of Christmas Present smacks Bill Murray in the face with a toaster. And Holiday Inn. That’s good, too.
Egg nog. I do not like the nog. Even when I was a drinker, I did not like the nog. It is evil to pollute perfectly good rum with that shit.
I like some Christmas cookies, but not gingerbread. I like Sizzle’s coconut balls and my mom’s sour cream sugar cookies, and these weird things my mom makes with peanut butter, butterscotch, tiny marshmallows and those crispy chow mein noodles. That’s all.
I am not a Christian, but I was a cradle Episcopalian, and the only religious thing I really enjoy is Advent. I like the candles and the ceremony. It reminds me of my childhood in a really good way.
I firmly believe that Christmas, like all holidays, means very specific things to each person. It’s your own traditions that make holidays what they are, and other people’s holiday traditions are somehow not as satisfying. An exception is Sizzle‘s Christmas Eve Taco Buffet, because she is awesome and loves me. But at the moment, I feel like I already had Christmas, because of all the stuff I did at my parents house. I am hoping I can get the Hotness to have Christmas brunch with me at his house, and then my holiday will be complete.
So there’s that.