Both of us were bushed from the week before. I did stay awake until nearly 10:00pm on Friday, but only because that was how long it took for Youngest Son to call home for a ride. He'd stayed at school for the basketball games Friday night. I didn't really goof off this weekend... I just simply couldn't stay awake.
And it's only going to get worse.
Why?
Because the so-called Twelve Days of Christmas have been compressed into about 12 hours, from dinnertime on Christmas Eve until early Christmas morning. All cards must be sent before that, all gifts must be wrapped and delivered by close of business on 12/24. Any gifts attempted after that will probably be a disaster.
Where did this attitude come from?
And then it occurred to me. It's that stupid song.
On the First Day of Christmas/
My true love gave to me/
A partridge in a pear tree....
Yikes! Talk about the ultimate "You Shouldn't Have." The tree can't stay outside and the bird can't come in. Still, White Elephant gifts are an accepted, if not cherished, part of the Christmas tradition.
But then the poor dope tries to make up for it.
On the Second Day of Christmas/
My true love gave to me/
Two turtle doves....
Again with the birds? Have you got feathers in your head where brain cells should be?
On the Second Day of Christmas/
My true love gave to me/
Three French hens....
And you just know these weren't wrapped in cellophane and stamped USDA approved.
By the time the four calling birds show up on the doorstep, the recipient is engaging counsel for a restraining order. I've come to interpret the five golden rings as an attempt to prevent the
But the six geese a-layin' would just require a renewal of the litigation.
The point is, this song has taught generations of impressionable kids that nothing good happens after Christmas Day. Everything thereafter is for the birds. Far better to stay inside and watch obscure bowl games... and, if you must celebrate Christmas, do it quickly.
Or am I over-analyzing this?
5 comments:
It's not a stupid song :-(
Methinks you over-analyze just a tad.
Happy Yuletide to you, Mr. C.
plus i'm afraid of birds and all...
smiles, bee
tyvc
You're over-analyzing this. I'm afraid of birds too.
I recall the comments the lady was giving as she got all these gifts...getting crazier!
I never saw the point of the ten lords a leaping. How much help could they possibly be while jumping all over the place?
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