Of those that are doing this over the phone, and thankfully it’s not a lot of them, people are wishing me a Merry Christmas. All of them. No Happy Holidays, no Happy Hanukkah or even Happy Kwanzaa. I don’t recall so many well-wishers or exclusive Merry Christmas greeting. Maybe because I’m keyed into it because of this post-Trump era I’m sensitive to it, but I’ve always been a Happy Holidays guy, if I have to say it.
Too many times, and I get it because of the times we live in, we just make an assumption our perceived status quo is how everyone lives, and that just isn’t true. I haven’t done this in years, but for over five years the tradition we had was a Christmas Eve dinner at this Thai restaurant in San Diego. It started with five of us, because we didn’t have any family, not particularly religious and the Thai restaurant was one of the few places open late. It was incredibly fun the first few years, but we started making it “a thing” and it grew big. Way too big. The largest group we had was 75 people! By that point, us originals realized it got way out of our control. It wasn’t fun, it wasn’t an intimate gathering and there was no way to have civil conversations with that many people.
I’ve thought of starting the tradition again, but I’ve become very leery of strangers at my age and because I’ve been working most times during Christmas Eve and Day, I haven’t had the motivation to organize something. This is the first time in eight years I actually will have Christmas Day off. In fact I’ll have three days off starting Saturday morning. I don’t know how I want to celebrate, if I want to celebrate.
I just realized I haven’t seen any of the traditional holiday specials. I have to remedy that in the next few days. How can I miss Rankin Bass classics? I need Heat Miser and Cold Miser songs dancing in my head. I need an elf dentist. How about Burgermeister Meisterburger? I might need to seek out some childhood memories in the next days.