I’m finally emerging from a fog of illness.

Bleah. This weekend Tom and I went to a couple of holiday parties and I got the stomach flu from one of them. For the first time in twenty years. On Sunday night I was not a pretty picture. And so I spent Monday and Tuesday in bed. Today, Tom’s not feeling well. But, all this down time has let us begin to catch up on our TiVo backlog. We’ve been watching “Steven Spielberg presents: Taken” from the Sci Fi Channel. I found the first 10 hours incredibly dull and slow. And was it me, or did all the white people look alike? Tom and I kept looking at each other and going, “Who is that now?” The second week seems less original, but more exciting. I’m actually in to it, and the women have different hair colors, so that makes it easier to keep track. But, the exciting thing is:

The holidays are here! It didn’t feel like it to me, despite the travel planning, the tree raising, and the omnipresent commercials. Then, just when I thought I’d never find the Christmas Spirit and I’d become a permanant Scrooge… South Park saved me! It was Mr. Hankey’s Christmas Classics. I haven’t laughed so hard in days. In case you don’t know, Mr. Hankey is the Christmas poo which comes around every year, greets everyone with a cheery, “Howdy Ho!” and dances around leaving poo streaks as he goes.

It was a night of merry singing, with “Dreidel Dreidel Dreidel”, Mr. Garrison’s “Merry Fucking Christmas”, the Jesus and Santa duet, the Devil’s rendition of “Christmas Time in Hell”, Hitler performing, “Oh Tannenbaum”, Mr. Mackey doing, “Silver Bells” and Eric Cartman’s beatiful soprano in “Oh Holy Night (The Night Where I get Presents)”. I couldn’t decide which was my favorite, Satan and Hitler or Jesus and Santa dueling it out to see who really had more Christmas carols.

So like I’ve grown up with Charlie Brown’s Christmas, and Rudolph, my kids will have Mr. Hankey. Christmas just won’t be Christmas until they hear the dulcet tones of a tiny poo in a Santa hat saying, “Howdy Ho!”

All in all, the holidays are in the air. We’re finally getting it all together. Even though Tom and I put up our tree weeks ago, it had been standing there naked, except for it’s lights. Until tonight. Tom and I finally got a chance to decorate - not together, like I’d hoped, but at least it’s all pretty and sparkly and that’s what important. I had to keep Tom from putting his Superman ornament in front of my renaissance sun ornament. Sheesh. Men. They have no understanding of decoration. We finished our annual he-said-she-said Christmas letter and mailed out our cards. And the whole not having of money really shortens the Christmas shopping experience. I’m ready, bring on Christmas.

all writing � Kat 2002

Posted on December 18th, 2002 by Kat
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