Celebration Time

Life here now is once again part of the great American tradition of the build up. It's what Midwesterners do. Fourth of July, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and especially, as of right now, Christmas - but also every little local and family event that occurs. Basically you build up and build up, you talk about it and commercialise it - right up until it's due to take place. And of course it doesn't.

Celebrate The Build Up

Or at least it might as well not as it's so insignificant. I am coming to terms with accepting that we celebrate the build up to things that don't happen, rather than building up to the celebration of something that's happening.

Toss The Tree

Christmas Eve will be rough this year but I suppose I can just close my eyes and count, for within hours it will all be over and Christmas Tees will be thrown outside with the trash long long before the wise men ever get here.

The 2nd Day of Christmas

On the First Day of Christmas my True Love Gave to Me, a Partridge in a Pear Tree. On the Second Day of Christmas my True Love Gave to Me, well nothing to be honest. She, took down the tree and decorations in the morning - she called it de-Christmasing - and then she went back to work. No Maids a-Milking nor Lords a-Leaping. Not a Piper in sight, and NOOO GO-LD RINGS.

Auld Lang Syne

Just the First Day of Christmas then, as the other Eleven Days of Christmas get ignored, left outside for Bulky-Item Pick-Up, and wasted in the build up to the Great New Year's Eve Party where we'll sing a song in an old Scottish dialect that we don't understand. If it happens at all, that is. But we'll celebrate the build-up to it nonetheless.

Christmased-out

Of course for that special Christmas Eve feel I could always go strolling through some malls. But you know? I'm almost Christmased-out thinking about it.

Paul Dorrell says:

after the installation is complete, what do you do next? Celebrate.