Friday, December 1, 2006

'Tis the Season

I effing love Christmas.

Which is a little ridiculous, when you think about my punk rock/new wave/death rock background, and the decided lack of any kind of organized religion in my household as a child. But my love of Christmas cannot be denied.

I love the smells. Cookies in the oven, pine needles in the living room, tape, and wrapping paper.

I love the sounds. Bells, music, the voices of small children piped into every speaker in every mall in America.

I love the anticipation. I still believe in Santa. I'm almost 40 years old. Of course, I'm also not completely stupid. The Queen Gorgon has told me any number of times that as soon as I stop believing, Santa stops coming, and I am not one to tug on Superman's cape.

I do not love the fact that the Christmas decorations go up in the stores before the Halloween clearance racks are emptied. I do not love the crush and throng in every store that starts in mid-November. But I do love to watch the old shows that I watched as a child. I love hearing the Kraken say "Ho, ho, ho, Santa's coming", and knowing that for her, Santa is as real as Dora or Elmo, or Mommy.

I love to sit on the floor and wrap presents, while A Charlie Brown Christmas plays softly in the background, in the soft haze of the blue and white lights on my Christmas tree. I love to put bows on the cat and watch him try to shake them off.

I love to take out the ornaments I made as a child. I love to remember those sleepless Christmas Eves, and those early, early Christmas mornings. I still wake before 6 on Christmas Day, and I hope I always will.

Most of all, I love to listen to the Muppets Christmas album, made with John Denver, when I was still so very young. No other listening experience can fill me with such warmth, such comfort, and such intrinsic faith in humanity. It reminds me who I could have been, and maybe who I could still be, through the eyes of my daughter. That maybe I don't have to be so cynical. That if I turn off the news, maybe it just doesn't happen.

And so I hang garlands on my door. And lights in my trees. And hope in my heart for peace on earth, and good will towards everyone.

I hope everyone had as fine a day as I did. The Minotaur got a raise at work, in recognition of his most excellent guarding of the labyrinth. The Kraken overturned only one ship, and all the passengers were rescued by a passing Coast Guard ship. And it is Friday. And it is almost Christmas.


Phantom Scribbler said...

You have the most clever pseudonyms ever, you know that? I smile just reading about them.

Piece of Work said...

I love it too, SG! Right now I have the Carolina Kentucky game on with the sound off, and christmas music on the radio.

mc said...

I feel exactly the same way about the Muppets/John Denver album, which I only own on cassette. It absolutely transports me to the best moments of childhood.

Bobita said...

Reading this just made me feel all warm and fuzzy...and crave gingerbread cookies!

I love waking up in the early morning, sitting in the living room and staring at the christmas lights strung about the house. Something about those tiny little lights just settles me.

I loved this post.

susan said...

What's not to like about the muppets and john denver?!? I love that album, too.