In past years I've spent time on Thanksgiving thinking about the general bogusness of the holiday, the tyranny of the Spaniard, the utter lack of green bean and almond casseroles back in the day, etc. This period of obligatory oppressor's guilt is generally followed by stuffing my face with Tofurkey and pie.
Today I find this ritual to be unnecessary for one very simple reason: Clearly, we have skipped Thanksgiving altogether this year and moved straight on to Christmas. Yesterday I was at Starbucks and the usual fall decorations were replaced by shiny red things galore. Also, they played that DAMN rum-pa-pum-pum song, which, okay, is probably what I get for being at Starbucks. Fashion Valley was the same - Santas, snowmen, nary a pumpkin in sight.
Next year I anticipate saving some money by dressing up as a reindeer for Halloween.
So, Happy Christmahannukwanzugiving!
And now your moment of Zen:
"He's a holy roller, dude. I think his Bible takes place in Las Vegas and Elvis has something to do with it." - Cole the Terrible
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Turkey Lurkey
Posted by Erin Clark at 12:13 PM
Labels: christmas, culture, moment of zen, thanksgiving
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Thanksgiving, except for the use of pumpkin pie (and anything pumpkin flavored) has been abandoned. I was at a movie theatre on Nov 1 and heard Christmas music. It boggled my mind.
Not just me, then. So bizarre!
*Gasp!* Don't you DARE say anything against "The Little Drummer Boy"!
That was my absolute favorite song when I was little (say 3-to-7 yrs) and according to my parents, at three-ish, EVERY evening as I was going to bed I'd request "Sing Rum-Ba-Ba-Bum!" and they would. Even if it was April.
And, because they'd both sung in choirs and my Daddy had an amazing melodic bass voice, she'd sing the regular song and he'd do all the awesome vocal choral things that you almost never hear and what make the song go from "somewhat trite" to "really cool acoustic harmonies"
So, I guess I'm biased.
(P.S. To this day I can't hear that song without hearing the echoes of his voice booming out the belltones of the bass choral line)
Okay, okay! ;)
You know, I used to actually like the song, but I just heard it so. many. times. that my love withered away into a pounding headache.
But I imagine it would be way less headachey if musically awesome parents were singing it.
I see deep fried turkey in my future I see deep fried tofurky in yours
Deep fried tofurkey...?
Um.
Hmm.
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