Drunk Santa And Ugly Sweater Weather…

Is Winter a renewal of time, or is it only the final installment of change in season?

I always try to force this kind of mood on myself based on the time of the year, summer is this nolstagic bath of heat and winter is a struggle to stay warm. I can be the best planner, schedule a detailed timeline of what I expect. That’s a wonderful skill to have, yet that has nothing to do with what actually occurs. The plan is secondary to the real story, the influence of the Universe can not be underestimated.

Christmas time is here…

My Brother and Tiffany been in the spirit, they got a passion for the work, their like unofficial elves for Santa. I have a story about Ronny and Tiffany meeting Santa, but first let me tell you another tale. The newest Christmas adventure to tell during this time, the tale of the Ugly Sweater Contest.

My Aunty Dee calls our house and wanted to see if we could help her make an ugly sweater for a contest. Not me personally, more specifically Ronny and Tiffany, they already had the ornaments and Christmas decorations laid on the table. Remember they have been on creativity mode since Holloween, decorating and keeping it festive. They are pros when it comes to this kind of stuff, my Aunty Dee brings the sweater.

The ugly sweater has gotten to be a popular thing, it’s such a odd theme, but still cool. It’s almost like the more corney the better. The sweater is actually really nice, she bought it at a thrift shop, the Ugly Sweater Elves and My Aunty starting mapping out a design. Even my Mom did some sewing, it was this Christmas tree in the snow. You know some of the most beautiful pieces of art when seen for the first time arent perceived as pleasing to the eye. Its the actual amount of beautiful, unable to processed immediately.

They finish the sweater, and we all encourage her to try it on. Lets see this ugly sweater, the tag is not on the back of the front. Well the front of the ugly sweater design was really glued/stiched/stapled to the back. They look the same it’s a turtleneck, the roundness of the neck blurs the difference. She can still wear it backwards, no one will know. Maybe wear it plain in the front with the design on the back, be cool and mysterious, people gotta get behind you.

It was nearly an issue, the team decided to treat the back as a front, pretty much make a new front and have the first front be the second back. It was like there was no back, or no front. The real bonus was the amount of Christmas spirit they fit into this green sweater turtleneck.

Dee leaves to the contest…

Drunk Santa

Speaking of spirits, Ronny and Tiffany were at the grocery store, they were getting a few things. There was a older gentleman resembling Santa shopping too, he was buying booze. The conversation of the belief of Santa came out that very night, while we were sitting around the fire telling stories of Christmas shopping. Santa is the camouflaged elephant in the room, we can see him if we want but we choose not to because ultimately we all want to believe in something magical. At least for the sake of kids wanting to think that some jolly guy in red will be flying through the sky with reindeers doing the impossible and delivering gifts to all the houses.

They ended up behind the Santa look-a-like at the checkout line, the customer in front was using all her coupons taking a moment, and there sat Santa’s thirty pack and bottle of gin on the counter. The Bad Santa notices Ronny looking at his brew and says Cheaper than soda, they both laugh. He then pays for his items and leaves, but before he heads out, he puts on his Santa hat and says You guys have a Merry Christmas…

Was it him?

There was a knock at the door. It was my Aunty Dee. I won.

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Old Saint Trick

The holidays have arrived, twenty something days away from the big one, Christmas needs that grinch role and I can knock that performance out the park, one take. The festivities vibe does take work and if your not focused, then you can miss out on the meaning of all your efforts. Showing appreciation to those deserving and embracing that joyful state of mind; I was so innocent at one point that I did believe in Santa during the Christmas time. Growing up having the impossible take place, to be apart of something unreal was bliss, Santa was here.

I was having a conversation last week with some co-workers about how they broke the code of revealing the reality of Santa and Tooth Fairy to their kids. I don’t have kids, so I can’t relate to these accounts of exchanging money for teeth, or eating cookies that were for you know who. I love the guy, always will, but I will not let my kids think some other fat jolly dude brought these gifts for them. I made this happen, so you better recognize.

The commercializations of the holiday has blurred the significance of the origin, the morales taught rather than possession representing meaning. Spending money on someone is not love, yet it sure can feel like it at times when we see the things we can buy for them. At the end of the day I want what’s best for my kinfolk, and often they will bring back the feeling of believing in something unbelievable.

Maybe I’m conflicted with the idea of raising children and being a individual dealing with the actuality of someone important, of course I want to believe, yet there is also the accountability of putting in that extra work. Everyone provides that energy and all our momentum is from being motivated by that special day.

If Santa is not real, why do we celebrate the Holiday so religiously?