Fah who dor eh?

Once again I'm really struggling to get into the Christmas spirit, but it's not for lack of trying. All the Who's down in Whoville ain't got nothin' on last weekend. The party was absolutely lovely and I $cored some great leftovers; if sausage cheese balls are wrong, I don't wanna be right.

I think part of it is the tradition I'm somewhat used to. While it changed when I was in school, it's completely non-existent now that I live on the other side of the country. I used to spend a great deal of the Thanksgiving (TURKEY!@#) break hanging lights on the house and getting everything all nice for my family and others who might happen by to look at. And, when Christmas (OMG MORE TURKEY!@#) break rolled around, it was tradition in our family to have a tamale dinner (so good) and then drink egg nog and watch How the Grinch Stole Christmas. None of those things have happened this year.

The obvious remedy, and one that has been pointed out, is to do those things for myself. It was also suggested that I get a small Christmas tree. While those aren't terrible ideas, I struggle seeing the point of going to all that trouble just for myself. The reason I did all of those things when I lived in Texas was because I derived joy from doing those things for the enjoyment of others. It is my nature to bless those around me and those I care about, and that was my way of doing it. I don't see a need to do those things for myself, as that was not where my joy came from. It came from others.

So while I'm not exactly in the holiday spirit, I'm not in bad mood either. I am very blessed and life is good. I've been kindly invited to a Christmas dinner on Saturday afternoon, which I'm looking forward to. It's nice to know that in a world filled with silliness, there are some genuinely good people left.

So I wish all of my avid readers the very best for the holidays and a blessed New Year. Those who are not so avid should piss right off. Not really. Anyway, you can consult the magic eight ball or look at some cards or have a short bald man rub your head, but none of those things will provide the truth. The truth of the matter is that our greatest commandment is to love one another; that's exactly what I intend to do.

P.S. Congratulations to my buddy Tommy who managed to find a woman who saw past the other three billion of us and found a good man.