Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Size of Christmas may vary depending on pre-established numbers in household bubble in addition to rationalizations undertaken to justify additional relatives invited for the holiday get-together, though “invited” is perhaps a misnomer, as they simply took it upon themselves to say they’re coming, and it ultimately boils down to a risk-benefit analysis, the risk being possible infection from/of visiting relatives versus the benefits of not rocking the boat and maintaining civil relations post-pandemic. Nonetheless, public health guidelines encourage as little a Christmas as possible as well as a minuscule Boxing Day. Regardless of size, “merry” is the optimal Christmas mood you should be shooting for.
Let your heart be light
Ten ways to let your heart be light:
- Get a good sleep.
- Look at old photos in a real album.
- Decorate cookies.
- Give cookies to isolated members of your community.
- Eat cookies.
- When our son was in kindergarten, he made a Christmas ornament that was a gingerbread man covered with glued-on macaroni, sesame seeds and kidney beans. Every year, he makes sure to hang that hideous decoration front and centre on the tree. He’s 25. It’s one of the highlights of the season. Find your personal bean man.
- Listen to Christmas songs about peace, joy and giving, even those that look sadness square in the eye, like the Judy Garland version of this very song, not the sweetened up lyrics sung by Frank Sinatra et al; also, stuff Mariah Carey in a sack.
- Walk, don’t drive, around your neighbourhood and look at the lights.
- Remember that Dolly Parton is still alive.
- Cat snuggles.
From now on our troubles will be out of sight
Troubles in rear view mirror may be closer than they appear.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Not mandatory but strongly recommended.
Make the yuletide gay
Maybe it’s a small victory—though it sure feels good to celebrate the small victories—but doesn’t it seem we’re making genuine progress on LGBTQ issues?
Next year all our troubles will be miles away
Exact distance of troubles cannot be determined. Troubles may reoccur in close proximity without notice. Degree of troubles may range from minor (face mask clashes with work clothes) to colossal (coming to fruition of biblical prophecies). In the event of future troubles, alert the appropriate authorities. Stay hydrated. Endeavour to keep heart light.
Once again as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Not responsible for misremembered golden days or unverified days of yore, but, you know what? If those incorrect memories make you happy, knock yourself out.
Faithful friends who were dear to us
Will be near to us once more
Zooming with faithful friends is a reasonable alternative, even though it’s weird, though less weird than it was 10 months ago because we’re all getting used to it, which is still pretty bad but, like the last 10 months, honestly not as bad as it could have been.
Someday soon we all will be together
Terms are kept purposely vague here for a reason. Not making any promises, folks.
If the fates allow
“Fates” in this instance is defined as “local and regional public health authorities.”
Until then, we’ll have to muddle through somehow
Symptoms of muddling through include fatigue, shortness of breath, Zoom-induced headaches, brave face, inadvertently revealing your Secret Santa recipient, excessive eggnog with or without rum, pharmacy gift shopping because the malls are terrifying, guilt, loneliness, making do, counting your blessings, moments of euphoria and numbness. Four out of five doctors recommend muddling through as the optimum method for surviving the holidays and, quite frankly, the best we can hope for under the circumstances. Muddling through should be accompanied by cutting some slack because everyone’s doing the best they can, even if they do keep playing Wham’s “Last Christmas” over and over just to bug you (true story).
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now
Yes, please do.
I love your lists and song lyric explanations, happy a very merry Christmas, all
Thanks, Beth, and thanks for being one of most loyal readers. Best to you and yours.
Eye-catching photo. At first I regretted seeing this at the breakfast table, almost put me off my prune loaf pudding. I assumed it was some sort of effigy from a Midwinter/Wicker Man thing, who knows what you Northern Peoples get up to. Ghost of Discarded Fruitcake, Spirit of Unsuccessful Composting, those were my next guesses. Something to toss in the hole with a “Last Christmas” CD when it’s boiled & buried with a stake of holly through its black heart.
And then of course, I remember the misshapen ornaments my Presbyterian/Animist grandmother preserved for decades – tatted stars with non-sparkly, oxidized lead sparkles, and dried milkweed pods soaked in gold paint, with cotton wool, and tiny plastic Christmas dinosaurs and HO train people glued to them.
Ah well, your post talked me ’round in the end, you always manage to inject some genuine charm despite even the kidney beans and cat cuddles, and a very Merry Christmas to you and the whole Murray clan.
Thanks, Robert Parker. And thanks for all your lucid illuminations and raucous ruminations throughout 2020.
Such a fun and thought-provoking post. Muddle with joy!!!
Thanks. And you also!
“Once again as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore” – is that how they used to say “Make America Great Again” in the olden days?
The root cause, perhaps, yes.
Atop our tree is the cardboard angel the boy made in child care (aged 2 ½). Much of the glitter has fallen off and one wing appears badly fractured, but there she sits. The thirteen year old Cyclops Angel, as he said today. Wouldn’t have it any other way.
Absolutely. Merry Christmas!
I am glad you provided the annotated version. I frankly would have been extremely remiss in my muddling and keeping my heart light if i had not read this post.
Merry Christmas to one and all from Mr. Ohh!
Spread Holiday Laughter
Here to help. See you on the other side!
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