Ah, the joys of the Holiday Season and Karma.
(Thank you Dewey and Trog for the wonderful statue of Ganesh.)
Of course, Christmas has morphed into a universal marketing opportunity that has much more to do with Mattel and Neiman Marcus (and Target, thank you very much) than it does with the birth of Jesus Christ.
Frankly, I prefer Thanksgiving which I find to have a warmer—more genuine— spirit to it….but, well, what do I know? (Remember, it’s the holiday season, and I can return your gift.)
In Japan (the centre of my known Universe), lickety-split– that shiny tree was propped up at the first inkling of tinsel and lights. And, yeah, I want to stroll Asahi’s garden donned in tiny blue and white Italian lights……
Funny, but it doesn’t matter about the religious affiliation you maintain as much as the spirit of giving (and receiving)…..
ho, ho, ho. And, for everything else: There’s Mastercard (elves be damned.)
So, having just blasphemed my immortal soul to Hell: we at YYC—
We wish you a Merry Christmas! (aka メリークリスマス)
As you read this, I am sifting the 2 and 1/4 cups of white flour for my sugar cookie recipe as I prepare to roll out the chilled dough to cut in cute festive shapes (Dream On — Pillsbury is probably the best you can hope for….but, I’d prepare yourself for Archway).
What do I want for Christmas? A car? A Mansion? A Bicycle? A Digital Camera? (Peace on Earth, Goodwill to Man and a warm Pastrami Sandwich?) No.
I want a little truth. Probably easier to get a Ferrari.
May the Force be with you.