This year’s Christmas name-drawing has turned out to be marred by disaster and scandal, and caused my Sukie more than her share of distress. I’ve decided that Sukie and I are not going to be participating in the name-drawing this year: our names are to be withdrawn. I guess Christmas, for some people, means drama, and a competition to see who can be the most bitter and selfish.
I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about these things lately, what pulls people apart, what pulls people together, why does anything go the way it goes. Sukie and I were listening to talk radio and they were airing some dramatic peices on the air. One of them was a husband and wife arguing, and at one of his outbursts, he revealed the reason why we’re so fat in this country: food is the only thing left that brings us any pleasure.
Isn’t it though? Well, that, and finding out what was down that damn hatch – I’ll be pleased if the rest of the season is as good.
What’s the matter with you people? All Christmas related-rituals, to include the exchange of names for gift-giving purposes, are strictly prohibited until the completion of HALLOWEEN, now officially recognized as the coolest holiday of them all.
If I ever take more pleasure in eating than in motion, you are cordially invited to put me out of my misery.