December hath arriveth…

Ah, Christmas time. Charlie Brown on the Telly, snowflakes in the air, stress levels on the rise. What a great way to celebrate a birthday.

To be quite serious, there isn’t a snowflake in the air, I’m too busy to watch any Charlie Brown, and the stress around here, which is indeed on the rise, is not at all related to the season. What a downer! Kind of reminds me of the first Christmas season. Here’s teenage Mary, pregnant out of wedlock, and her fiance Joseph, the presumed baby-daddy, trying to plan a trip across the country (probably one that is not within their budget) just so that ol’ Ceasar can get an accurate headcount on a backwater country in his empire. Upon their arrival, they find no sanitary place to stay, no charity, and a bunch of dirty hobos invading their personal space. Talk about stress. What a downer Christmas.

Meanwhile, 2000 years later, we’re too busy dragging out greedy asses out of bed to go shopping at 3:30 AM a month ahead of time to think about the terrible excuse of Christmas music they’re playing these days. What ever happened to “I’m dreaming of a white Christmas?” More like I’m dreaming of a pop culture Christmas. Don’t get me wrong, there are some very good artist out there today, I’m just stating my opinion about their songwriters’ abilities to write new Christmas music.

On a happier note, this is my wife and I’s first Christmas! Living together, anyway. Actually, it’s our first Christmas in the same state. Pretty crazy. Needless to say, the decorations are sparkling.

Have you ever heard of “Owl City?” Being the oblivious and culturally semi-irrelevant type with no radio in my car that I am, I hadn’t heard of this lad until very recently. Evidently he is a Christian insomniac with quite a nack for creating electronic piano tunes. Quite brilliant, actually. My wife and I have grown quite fond of listening to his pieces in the evening.

It’s getting cold outside. I like cold, but generally only when it is accompanied by snow. Or hot soup. I’m already trying (in vain) to convince myself that this winter will go quickly, that spring will be here before you know it…blah blah. It’s going to be forever. Oh well.

Meanwhile, I will keep my toes over the vent and hot soup on hand, relaxing to Owl City as I admire twinkling Christmas decor. Bavo, December. For all your faults, you’re enjoyable yet.

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