Thanksgiving has come and gone so you know what that means?
Anything goes now as far as Christmas decorations go. Decorate to your hearts desire.
Since I'll be on the boat again this Christmas I'm thinking of hanging a string or two of lights in the engine room this year.
You know, a moral booster of sorts.
It can only improve the atmosphere.
Just remember, the only thing worse than decorating for Christmas before Thanksgiving,
is me seeing the outside of your house still twinkling with lights in April.
That's a no-no.
While puttering around the engine room today my thoughts turned to the holidays. I scanned my MP3 player for Christmas music. I wanted to get in the mood. Naturally, I didn't have any. Who loads Christmas music on their MP3 player?
Pearl Jam would have to do.
As I day dreamed my minds eye saw past Holiday snap shots of all sorts.
Click: My family sitting around the Thanksgiving dinner table, happy.
Click: My family collapsed on the couch recovering from a evening of carb loading.
Click: The Black Friday sale with an ocean of humanity storming through the door of Walmart at midnight like Spaniards in Pamplona running with the bulls. Except Walmart is more dangerous.
Click: My wife and I decorating our tree while enjoying a glass of wine with Bing Crosby singing Silent Night in the background. Actually, when I say my wife and I decorating the tree, I mean, my wife decorating and me sitting on the couch pointing and saying "put one there" as I sip my wine.
Click: Holiday season Road Rage. Getting the one finger salute from a fellow shopper as we maneuver our cars for position, looking for a prime parking spot in a packed parking lot. The traffic in that parking lot was similar to a Demolition Derby event, only less organized.
I have never understood or felt the need to stand in a cold line at midnight waiting for the Black Friday door opening. I'd rather miss the sale and get my sleep. Ever hear of online shopping?
Many years ago I purposely postponed my shopping until Christmas Eve. I looked at it as a challenge.
That's about as stupid as saying I'm going to enter a Triathlon, with no training, just for the challenge.
I envisioned happy shoppers skipping through the concourse of the Mall, smiling, singing White Christmas and wishing each other a Happy Holiday.
What I remember is, well, the one finger salute I received before I even parked my car. The tension in Macy's you could cut with a knife.
A hip check from a dad as I cruised through the miracle bra isle and a stare down from Grandmom as her body language insinuated I better back off. I was intimidated at first by these seasoned shoppers who were focused and on a mission, but 2 hours later I had the right stuff, and too bad for Grandmom, I was fighting for my place in line.
That was a learning experienced for sure.
No Christmas Eve shopping for me.
Maybe I'll enter a Triathlon.