With Christmas only a week away, this is usually the time of year when I am finally able to slow down and get excited about the coming holiday.
But with work busier than ever and the economic picture starting to feel bleaker by the day (on both the macro and micro level), it's felt more like slouching toward Bethlehem than following that guiding star.
Which is not to say things are all doom and gloom at our house. To the contrary: The tree is up, the stockings are hung, there are presents to wrap, and cookies to bake for Santa. My parents will be spending the holidays with us, and I can't wait for them to experience the joy of being with Samson and Jane on Christmas morning.
Yet there is still that nagging something, like the draft that creeps into the house and gets under even your warmest blankets. So in an attempt to help anyone else with a touch of December malaise, I give you: Linus Van Pelt.
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- Call me dada. This has, in the few months since my son started "talking," become my name. I'm sure (at least I hope) it will eventually morph into something less early 20th century art movementy --- but I am marked forever as dada. And this is a good thing. I have no real advice to offer, other than always carry Cheerios and extra onesies, and I don't really have a lot of 'wacky' adventures to regale you with. Truth be told, this is as much for me as it is for you. So, uh, thanks for stopping by. I hope it's at least an interesting time-killer. And if not, consider this an ironic exercise in skewering the bourgeouis notions of 21st century American parenthood by deconstructing the materialist ethos that has turned childhood into a demographic and rendered adults simultaneous enablers and slaves. Or something.
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Thanks for that, Brian. I've been struggling with conflicting emotions about this holiday season. I'm trying to remind myself that despite the fact that Ben isn't here, this is Emily's one and only first Christmas and I have to try to get in the spirit for her sake. It's not easy to feel "peace and joy" under the circumstances. So thank you Brian, and Linus, for reminding me what this season is really about.
I truly mean this when I say, THAT is my FAVORITE monologue of ALL TIME. I didn't even hit the play tab to hear it because I know it word for word. From the time Linus asks to dim the lights to the moment he wraps it up for poor ol' Chuck, I listen with all my heart. At 37 years old, this keepsake of my childhood still speaks to me. I often ask, "Why is it so hard for people to enjoy Christmas?"
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