Turkey Lurkey

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