The aforementioned Grey Boy is visiting from the cold, snowy mid-west, and we’re about to go to the birthplace of FDR! Also, I get a feeling that many of you are checking out for the holiday, so I’m doing a little “best of Christmas posts” post. These are my favorites from the last two years of Christmas at the Daily Tannenbaum.
A line-by line analysis of why The Christmas Shoes is the worst song, ever.
If someone ever bought me shoes for Christmas, I’d be really angry. Shoes are a really personal item, and it’s really risky to buy them as a gift. I’m thinking this kid maybe has early onset foot fetish-ism.
Be careful, when cutting from a farm, that your tree isn’t too big.
It’s important to respect the natural beauty of the tree by piling as much crap as possible on to it. Featuring a view from the toilet.
A manifesto about inflatable decorations. (Buried within a post about the solstice and elevator etiquette.)
I passed a display this morning where a snowman was behind a Santa. They were both slightly deflated and leaning forward. To this girl’s eye, it looked a lot like the snowman was taking Santa from behind which is both anatomically and emotionally impossible.
The story of the day I learned about “other” and was saddened that they had no Christmas.
“of course, I guess you don’t… um… celebrate either, do you?”
I asked for bones socks. I did not get bones socks. So I made them my avatar.
But don’t take that to mean I want something crappy like “a donation in my name to charity” or “peace on Earth.” It just means I want something small. Like earrings.
If I don’t type at ya before then, Happy Holidays, everyone! (I’ll try and use some of my free time to catch up on that blog reading I’ve been ignoring while whittling away these last few days of the year!)
