I like Thursdays. It may not be Friday, but It’s really the closest thing to it.
Thursday means only one more early morning.
With only one early morning left, it sure seems like easy sliding into the weekend.
Just had a brilliant idea for a xmas cocktail party. If agrees, I can funnel my seemigly impotent creative energies into it. I have actually started to do this anyway.
I don’t care if it isn’t Thanksgiving yet, I’m starting my Xmas early.
I used to be semi at odds with Halloween and Christmas. I adore Halloween. Many fellow Halloween lovers quite echew Christmas, seeing it as a dualistic argument: If you like Halloween, Christmas is your enemy.
This no doubt comes from the fact that when Halloween ends (sniff, nothing sadder than Nov. 1), Christmas quickly replaces it in stores (and sometimes before Oct. 31). So Christmas is an easy target for my fellow dour Halloween lovers. Plus all the saccharine Jean Tisdales love Christmas, which doesn’t help.
Well, I don’t care who knows it. I love Christmas and that’s that. I aslo choose to call it Christmas even though I’m an atheist. I’m not frightened by Christ. I also like Xmas as an abbreviation (but that’s because I like the letter X).
I’m rambling without a point here, which I suppose is the point of a Journal, so I won’t apologize.
So There.
Oh, Yeah. Xmas can be just as dark and naughty as Halloween. Just because the fluffy headed ones like their angels on Christmas doesn’t mean it has to be fluffy headed. Me? I have Black Peter, Ruprecht, and Good Ol’ Krampus. Stuff their stupid angels.