Seems I've been remiss of late. It's been nearly 3 months since I last published anything.
I've been busy, you see.
Life does that. When you're not watching, it fills up your waking hours with stuff.
Who'm I kidding? It does so while you watch.
But I've been hiding my light under a bushel, and not sharing it, which must stop now.
This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine. This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine....
Enjoy the ear worm.
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine....
Life fills your waking hours with stuff......
The idea of "Stuff" came to mind today, When Wendy came in from the mailbox, holding a pile of holiday catalogs. I ignore them, by and large. fiona LOVES them. Wendy largely is apathetic, but will leaf through a couple, and think about stuff. New stuff for the house, or for Fiona.
"Like we need more stuff..." she said.
And THAT begat chit chat, which in turn begat... The Anti-Santa.
"What we need is less stuff." I said.
Wendy started laughing.
"Imagine THAT letter to Santa."
Not santa, we eventually decided. Filling our christmas wish would require the actions of...
The Anti-Santa.
A skinny middle aged guy in blue coveralls. He flies through the night on christmas eve in a magic dilapidated pick up truck, unlit cigar in the corner of his mouth, going to the homes of all the good adults, and hauling away unwanted... stuff.
You write him a letter.
Dear Anti-Santa, I've been a good husband, father, and corporate lackey this year, yadda yadda, and for christmas this year I'd really like you to come take away all my shit. Here's an itemized list... hugs and kisses, your pal.......
You put out a Bud Light and some beef jerky on christmas eve, and hope for the best.
You wake up the next morning and find your bedside table is free of clutter, and you know it's gonna be the best christmas ever.
You've got two almost empty book cases in the basement all the sudden. Your clothes closet is roomier. All the left over paint and nuts and bolts and nails and acoustic tiles and such - gone. The stuff from your camping supplies that you've not used since 1997 - gone, baby. Your cassette and vhs tapes - history.
You get really excited, run out to the garage and throw open the door. It's... beautiful! You peek through the passenger side window of your car, and see all the gum wrappers and pen caps and pebbles and crumbs.... all gone. All of it.
For christmas this year, you received....space. and order. and peace of mind. At minimal effort and inconvenience to yourself.
And it is good, so very good.
If you're an adult.
We would need to fight the urge to keep Anti-Santa away from my daughter's stuff.
She's not to the point in life yet where she'd appreciate Anti-Santa.
It would, in fact, likely result in a future santa-related incident that would get us all banned for life from boy scout pancake breakfasts, or the mall.
Banned for life from the mall?!?!?!? hmmm......
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