It’s blah blah blah days to go (I’m too lazy to count) till the lords starts a-leapin’ and the geese knocks themselves out a-layin’ (in case you’re wondering if I’m speaking “gangster elvish” I’m talking about Christmas.)
I don’t wonder why Christmas is so much celebrated. Being a Christian myself (sometimes people quickly shut off the computer as soon as they see the C word on their screens, as if they’ve just landed on a porno website) I celebrate the birth of Jesus. For most of us it’s the ultimate lunch break from jobs and school. For a few it’s just like standing up to air their ass-cramps from a year spent sitting. Whatever we maybe, we’ve gotta be doing something.
Scientists often say that Christmas is in every date but December, since unless the shepherds were wearing sumo wrestler mascots, they shouldn’t be outside in a very cold time of year. They estimate it to be Septemberish. They also date the Christmas trees, lanterns and stuff to the early Egyptians.
Oh well. September Christmas and tree-less Yuletide doesn’t sound festive to me. And Oktoberfest immediately after Christmas, I feel so guilty already.
Merry Christmas!