Category Archives: Holiday merriment

I’ve written this before. Forgive me.

Fundamentalist Christians aren’t supposed to celebrate holidays, especially Christmas, because the holiday was created by the Roman Catholics, and it’s just another way They Try to Get You.

I’ve written this before. I am still a fundamentalist around the edges. I’m still pretty literal. There are jokes I just don’t get, and must have explained to me. The whole notion of a clear line separating right and wrong makes sense to me.

And now it’s Christmas, and time to drag out the bulbs and feel a little…sad.

Before my mother divorced my father and married her fundamentalist husband, we did Christmas. We had church pageants and living manger scenes and hymns and everything that adds to the mystery of the season. And then? The lights went out — well, not entirely, but Christmas was considerably reduced.

So you grow up, you move out, and you create your own life — except for the tendrils wrapped around your heart or the sword plunged into your gut.

But I will have Christmas. On Saturday, we got the tree, and I put on Nat King Cole, and prepared to slide into my seasonal funk. It’s silly. I know. My parents should never have married, much less stayed that way, but somewhere in my head is a childhood uninterrupted by divorce, fundamentalism and some other nasty stuff I don’t go into here much. Just over the hill is my Dream Childhood, where my parents love one another, and we make a big deal out of Christmas.

For years, I decorated the tree by myself. I believe this was because my family sensed that I would be maudlin and not terribly Christmas-y in the process of pretending I liked the holiday. I would buy cheese trays and make fudge and still, they all disappeared into their bedrooms and let me to decorate on my own.

But this year, something else happened. Nat King Cole’s voice swelled, and the lights took over. Nobody took Christmas from me, at least not for my entire life. I mean, when you’re a kid you don’t have much choice, but I am far, far, far from being a kid. I put lights around the doorways. I lit the porch columns. I lit the tree and as the choirs sang, I realized that I simply have no interest in a predictable seasonal funk. I went to the store (I hate shopping) and bought a couple of things for people I’ve never met but have the gift tag for, and then came home and wrapped. Maybe seasonal funks have a shelf life. Maybe mine lasted too long, anyway.

Just one more volley in the War on Christmas


And thanks, Mike the Heathen, for the photo.

Oh, where to start…

screenshot-2016-11-26-15-15-15So we all took a break from the blog to celebrate Thanksgiving (or basically wander off and do Other Stuff), and now we’re back.

While we were apart, a recount in Wisconsin was started, and the Clinton campaign will participate..

Fidel Castro died.

So did Mrs. Brady. And Det. Harris (and thanks, Leftover, for the reminder).

Things got more heated in Standing Rock (I wrote this about that).

I spent time with family, including a sister-in-law from Missouri, and a niece and her husband from Iowa. We shaerd stories and laughs and I learned a wicked good card game called Spoons (and, though bragging is just wrong, I got pretty good at it). I spent Saturday in bed (after dropping them all off at the airport at buttcrack:30) with an ear ache but I’m better now, thanks. A good time was had by all? You?


Happy Thanksgiving!

downloadYes, I know it’s not until Thursday, but I have family coming in and I intend to be very busy eating and discussing and cussing. I hope you have a similarly blessed holiday, and see you next Monday.

A union-made Thanksgiving

screenshot-2016-11-16-22-34-03You’re welcome.

Should Christian parents allow their children to participate in Halloween?

Not to worry. Bat Woman has your back.

Not to worry. Bat Woman has your back.

This Christian mother suggests no, that there’s an “evil” side of the holiday.

Maybe that’s why we celebrated with such gusto when I was a kid, and why it remains my favorite holiday ever. Halloween is one day when you get to peek into the unknown shadows. We were so very good the rest of the year that that one day acted as a bit of a valve (at least, it did for me), and when I walked the chilly streets under the streetlights dressed as a witch, a hobo, or a ghost, the possibilities were endless.

Yes, I’m familiar with its roots, but then, I’m also familiar with Christmas’s roots, as well. So if you’re going to shutter your windows and hide in the basement, I’ll be making one more run to CVS to prepare for the goblins. This year, as every year, I’ll be an undead. See you in the crypt.

G’mar Tov

yomkippurYom Kippur starts tonight. May all who observe the holiday find the peace and forbearance to continue another year.