Christmas: The To Don’t List

Christmas is not only the biggest holiday in North America; it’s also the most complicated.  The logistics of pulling off a flawless modern Christmas can be so daunting even Martha Stewart sometimes makes a run for the eggnog.  However, just because you want a nice Christmas doesn’t mean you have to turn into the person you most hate.  You know the type.  They’re those smarmy, organized buggers who made a Xmas To Do List, back in September (on their iPad) and wander around most of December looking smug and checking things off their comprehensive list – from their phone.  They’re the ones who have the perfect tree, the matching cedar wreath and lights just the right length to go exactly around the winter scene window.  Their placemats are Egyptian linen, their tinsel is biodegradable and their dog is never sick. They always find those great esoterically appropriate gifts which you know you could have found, too — if you had more time.  And they always seem to have enough time left over to show up at your house with handmade candy canes.  These people were put on Earth to vex the rest of us who do Christmas like a hamster running on a wheel, and despite moments of envy, nobody wants to be like them.  Yet, in order to at least get into the neighbourhood of a stressless Christmas, we all need a little guidance.  I’ve devised a generic Christmas To Don’t List, just to help you along.  Some people might not need all of the items but everybody is going to need at least one.

1 – Don’t fight with your family.  It’s only a couple of days, for God’s sake  Be nice.  Yes, the conditions are just right for a good old-fashioned family flare-up: you can’t get away; you’re bored out of your skull; Ray’s wife is still the bitch she always was; and if you hear one more of Uncle Eddie’s long-winded, go-nowhere stories, you’re going to hang yourself in the garage.  But that’s not the point.  Remember, Ray might divorce what’s-her-name and marry somebody way worse.  Uncle Eddie’s might die and you’d be saddled with Aunt Louise for all eternity, and maybe some of the family think you’re the one who’s the jerk.  If you want to, you can change your friends like long distance runners change their socks, but this is the only family you’re ever going to have: make the best of it.

2 – Despite the need to control the urges of To Don’t #1, don’t tie into the adult beverages like it’s the end of prohibition.  This includes the Office Party, the neighbours’ Open House and Christmas Dinner itself.  Nobody’s going to take the booze away; pace yourself.  If you don’t, you run the risk of putting Bob from shipping in a total body lock with plenty of tongue, underneath what never was the mistletoe; or telling Bashir, man-to-man, that you think his wife’s really hot, especially in those shorts she wore last summer; or worse yet, explaining to your nieces that their mother got married in high school to a juggler but the grandparents had it annulled.   None of these things is going to make for a very holly jolly Christmas the day after, and they can all be easily avoided.  So tip the jug in moderation.  Besides, if you do, you’re not going to suffer a head the size of a buffalo the next morning when Cousin Amy’s kids need to practice their drum and trombone duet.

3 – Do not get carried away.  Just because the Three Wise Men brought gold, frankincense and myrrh (what the hell is myrrh, anyway?) as gifts doesn’t mean you have to.  Those credit cards are not a license to go bankrupt.  Use your head: January’s coming.

4 – Don’t deck the halls like Clark W. Griswold/Fa la la la la la la la la.  It sounds like a good idea to get the house all festive, but think about it … First of all, it’s a lot of work.  Secondly, they’re going to look like crap in February when you didn’t take them down ‘cause you’re too busy and it’s been minus 15 degrees since New Year’s.  Finally, remember how you’re always laughing at those idiots on the morning news whose house looks like it was donated by a nuclear power plant?  You don’t want to be that guy.  One, at the most, two strings of lights, carefully placed, can say Christmas a lot brighter than trying to out-Vegas, Vegas.  Use discretion.  (And leave the plastic Santa with the paint peeling off his hat in the garage.)

5 – Don’t eat so damn much!  You’re going to regret it when you get down to that all-inclusive Mexican vacation in January, slip on the Speedo™ and it disappears.  Nobody likes to look like a volleyball on legs — especially at a resort where the bikini is considered formal wear.

6 – Do not watch more than a couple of feel good holiday movies.  Too much sugar is bad for you, and in an hour or two, when your blood sugar drops like a stone, your perfectly good Christmas is going to appear cheap and tawdry compared to Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye’s or the Miracle on 34th Street.   Space them out, and if you’re exposed to It’s a Wonderful Life or A Very Brady Christmas, either shoot yourself in the head or get a complete brain transplant: you don’t want those kinds of memories.

7 – Do not ever say “Christmas is getting too commercialized.”  You just sound like a middle class cliché.

8 — Don’t ever forget Christmas is about loot; the presents you get and the presents you give.  Really think about what you want for Christmas and what you’re going to give other people.  And remember the most precious thing you have to give or ever want to receive is time.

Santa Claus and Clausaphobia

Every December, the world is gripped in a pandemic of Clausaphobia – the irrational fear of Santa Claus.  Although this is a mental disorder, there is considerable evidence that it’s contagious.  First of all, it has a distinct season, roughly from American Thanksgiving until December 26th — when it suddenly disappears as if it was never there in the first place.  Secondly, people who get the condition are quite noticeably afflicted; they simply can’t shut up on the subject.  Finally, as fate would have it, it seems to be spread by word of mouth.  Over the years, there’s been a lot of claptrap written in defence of Clausaphobia — as though those who suffer from its debilitating effects are, in fact, quite normal.  These fables have been repeated, at concert pitch, for so long that many otherwise sane people are now in danger of contracting this condition.  However, a small group of learned men and women are fighting back.  Equipped with science and reason they are desperately holding this disease at bay.  In the interests of helping control a worldwide scourge, here is a brief synopsis of their findings.

First, the fables.  In almost every Christmas book ever written, the story of Santa Claus starts out in some godforsaken town in Turkey.  Apparently, there was a guy there named Nicholas.  He was a priest or something, and he was so generous the Church made him a saint.  Fine!  There are a few scraps of evidence that some of this might be true.  For example, this Nicholas could very well have been a real 4th century bishop named Nikolaos of Myra.  However, historians have never agreed on that or any other where, when or why of this little fairy tale.  In fact, there is no definitive evidence whatsoever that this (or any other) Nicholas has any historical connection to Santa Claus.  However, this hasn’t deterred the myth makers.  Invariably they go on to relate a number of tales about their various Nicholases (Nicholi?) to demonstrate a vague link to the common practices of our modern day Santa Claus.  Unfortunately, they are all different stories concerning shoes, stockings, children, lumps of coal and what-have-you (no two alike) and none of them is backed up with factual findings.  In place of hard evidence, anthropologists and social historians theorize that Santa Claus grew out of these improbable Nicholas legends. They maintain that quaint local folk traditions somehow not only survived the Dark Ages but actually thrived, spreading throughout Europe.  Again, without a lick of corroborating evidence!  What a crock!  This has led to modern confusion and frustration — the root cause of Clausaphobia.

Let’s set the record straight.  Here’s the real story of Santa Claus, based on historical fact.  Santa Claus has been around forever.  He’s known by a number of different names — Sinterklaas in Holland, Father Christmas in Britain, Pere Noel in France etc. etc. — but it’s all the same guy.  He lives at the North Pole with Mrs. Claus (who, oddly enough, doesn’t have a first name) a ton of elves and the reindeer.  All year long, the elves make toys in a gigantic workshop.  Then, once a year, Santa loads up his magic sleigh, hitches up the reindeer (who can fly, by the way) and goes around the world, delivering toys to good girls and boys.  How do I know this?  Documented proof!  Santa Claus has actually been seen – at least three times — once by Clement Moore in 1823, then again by Thomas Nast in the early 1860s and finally by Haddon Sundblom sometime in the late 1920s.  There are also a few secret contemporary photographs which haven’t been authenticated.  However let’s just stick to the facts.

In 1823, Clement Moore, a professor at Columbia College, woke up on Christmas Eve and witnessed Santa Claus delivering toys to his house.  He wrote a poem about his experience, called ‘Twas the Night before Christmas which was published in the Sentinel newspaper in Troy, New York.  In that poem, Moore describes Santa quite accurately.  He also describes the reindeer (miraculously remembering Santa’s names for them) and their ability to fly.  There is some controversy over Moore’s account, however, because he describes the scene as “a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer” and goes on to call Santa himself “a right jolly old elf.”  Since we know (from corroborating evidence) that Santa Claus is actually quite a large gentleman, we can only conclude that Clement either didn’t have his glasses on or suffered from an undiagnosed eye ailment.

Santa Claus was next seen by Thomas Nast, sometime in the 1860s.  Nast was a cartoonist and social commentator who gave us, among other things, Uncle Sam, the symbols of both the Republican and Democratic political parties and the term “nasty.”  Obviously, a witness to history like Nast would not let his encounter with Santa Claus go unrecorded.  In the January 3rd, 1863 issue of Harper’s Weekly, Nast drew an illustration of Santa Claus meeting Union troops and passing out gifts during the Civil War.  We know this portrayal to be accurate because Santa Claus appears exactly as Clement Moore described him!  Clearly, these two depictions are of the same person.  Nast seems to have developed a long-term relationship with Santa Claus, because, twenty years later, he drew him again in what looks like a seated portrait.

The next documented sighting of Santa Claus occurred sometime in the late 1920s.  Haddan Sundblom, an advertising artist, must have met Santa on several occasions or even convinced him to once again pose for a portrait.  In 1931, Sundblom painted a picture of Santa as an advertisement for the Coca Cola™ Company.  It appeared in the Saturday Evening Post.  Sundblom’s image was universally recognized as Santa Claus; there were no complaints, nor any suggestions of inaccuracy.  Not one single person in the entire world even hinted that this might not be Santa Claus.  In fact, Sundblom’s portrait was so accurate that over the last 80 years, it has been plagiarized unmercifully.

These are just three examples that document the truth about Santa Claus.  There are more.

This Christmas, as you celebrate the season of joy, remember that there are those among us who are frightened and confused.  And although education is our best defence against Clausaphobia, don’t confront those who suffer (clausaphobes get very agitated at the truth.)  Accept them.  They are poor unfortunates, and it’s not their fault.  Perhaps, you can make a difference if you just say in a kindly voice, “You don’t have to believe.  Just write to Santa.  He’ll answer.”
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How Edward the mouse found Christmas

It was one night from Christmas, and Edward the mouse

Was dreaming mouse dreams in his tiny mouse house.

He dreamt of his presents tucked under the tree:

A skateboard, an iPad and a Playstation 3

Some new Uggs, Adidas and Old Navy jeans,

Just like all of the ads that he’d seen on TV

Little mouse trains and hi-def PVRs

Posters and iPods and little mouse cars.

He snuggled in bed as on his dream went,

For his e-mail to Santa had been promptly sent.

And to help Santa’s weight, he left five carrots sticks

And sugar-free soda to wash them down with.

Now Edward the mouse wasn’t greedy, you see,

Edward by Lady C

But he’d been a good mouse (or at least, tried to be)

He’d done everything right and taken great care.

Now Christmas was here and he wanted his share.

Then the digital clock that sat by his head

Shone midnight, and Edward awoke in his bed.

The oddest of sounds, thought Edward, and then

He listened quite hard and he heard it again.

It sounded like someone was out by the tree,

So Edward got out of his bed just to see.

He tiptoed around and he took just one peek

And what he saw there would make any mouse squeak:

Santa Claus! – was holding one carrot stick out

To one of his reindeer who chomped it right down

“Oh my Gosh!” said Edward the mouse right out loud

When Santa heard that – well, he turned right around

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And said, “What have we here?  A mouse has slipped in.”

And the reindeer walked over and casually sniffed him.

Now Edward was frightened – he felt rather sick,

But Santa said, “Thank you for these carrot sticks.

My reindeer quite like them, as you probably know.

Myself, I like milk and fudge Oreos.

Now Edward mouse, you should be in your bed,

Not sneaking around here and squeaking instead.

But since you’re awake, come here and you’ll see

What present I’ll leave for you under the tree.”

Then Santa reached over and pulled from his sack

Gourmet Cheese in the Holiday Pack!

It had Muenster and Gouda and Natural Swiss

And one small salami (for flavour, I guess)

Edam and cheddar and something called Brie,

And little wheat crackers to go with the cheese.

It was wonderfully made and wrapped ever so nice,

Especially packaged for yuppies — and mice.

But Edward the mouse just stood there in shock.

This was nothing his little mouse mind ever thought:

No iPod?  No skateboard?  No Playstation 3

So where was his Smart Phone? Oh, what could this mean?

He’d been a good mouse (or at least, tried to be.)

This was supposed to be Christmas all magic and dreams,

And Edward the mouse didn’t know what to say.

But Santa Claus smiled in his own special way.

He looked down at Edward and patted his head,

Twinkled his eyes, and quietly said,

“I know that you’ve seen all those ads on TV,

But what would a mouse do with Old Navy jeans?

The legs are too long and the pockets too deep.

Now I have to go, and you have to sleep

And on Christmas morning, Edward the mouse,

Got out of his bed in his tiny mouse house.

He ran for the tree and looked at his cheese

And never could ever a mouse be so pleased:

‘There’s more than enough cheese for me,” Edward said

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“I’ll take it all out and share with my friends!

I’ll give them the Gouda, and Edam is nice.

Oh, they’ll be so pleased; they’ll be such happy mice!”

So he grabbed all the cheese and he left — just like that

(Of course, he remembered his coat and his hat)

But as he rushed out with the cheese he would share,

He’d forgotten the stocking he’d hung with such care.

So happy to give, our mouse didn’t know

There was one mouse-sized skateboard tucked into the toe.

 Merry Christmas