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Well, that’s it. It’s all over, done. Terminado. Kaput. Finito.
You know how, toward the end of “A Christmas Story” Ralphie laments how the Bumpus hound dogs robbed the Parkers not only of Christmas dinner but also so much more after they burst into the kitchen and devoured –or more aptly, obliterated-- the family turkey?
“…The heavenly aroma still hung in the house. But it was gone, all gone! No turkey! No turkey sandwiches! No turkey salad! No turkey gravy! Turkey Hash! Turkey a la King! Or gallons of turkey soup! Gone, ALL GONE!”
That’s how I feel about crummy old January 3: it just plain stinks because it gobbled up my Christmas joy faster than those slobbery mutts mangled up that big ‘ol bird.
Indeed, today is the post-holiday blues equivalent of the Parkers’ turkey as its picked-clean carcass lay helpless on the tile kitchen floor: empty, defeated, and entirely devoid of holiday sparkle.
No Hallmark Christmas movie marathons! No 24/7 Christmas music live streaming on Pandora! No ugly Christmas sweaters, Christmas mittens, Christmas PJs, Christmas commercials, or a bazillion Christmas lights. Gone, all gone!
In fact, other than the tree and outside lights, (which go tomorrow, after The Epiphany), I already de-decked the halls -- and stairs -- and mantle. Literally started cleaning house at 12:04AM on December 26.
Why? Though I adore all things Christmas, this one was the roughest I’ve had in the past 52. #MissMyDaddy #LoveYouPop
So you can understand why having everything merry and bright helped a whole heap. The thought of wrapping up festive wrapping season had me start scheming ways to keep that heavenly aroma hanging around the house a bit longer, you dig?
So here are some things it’s socially acceptable to keep displaying for, um, a while yet:
I guess that stretches things about as far as they can go. Oh! I almost forgot the biggie:
Anything and everything professing peace on earth and good will to all. ‘Cause, hello?
Kimerer is a seasonally-disheartened columnist who still wishes everyone a Happy 2021. Contact her via www.patriciakimerer.com