Take a snow day. Maybe a snow week. You deserve it for getting (almost!) through 2021 in one piece.
Tag: new standards
Holiday Break: ‘Snow Days’
Go ahead and take a snow day. Or a few. You deserve it.
Department of Holiday Entertainment
What to do?
Well, maybe watch Fanny and Alexander.
Make yourself a good mug of spiked wassail, perhaps.
Celebrate Festivus with Rand Paul’s list of grievances.
Or, just take a snow day, everybody, you deserve it:
Department of Holiday Cheer: Edition 2013
It’s been an eventful year, not necessarily in a bad way. But nevertheless the start of 2014 is welcome. Any day now.
In the meantime, a bit of holiday doggerel from Calvin Trillin:
I’d like to spend next Christmas in Qatar,
Or someplace else that Santa won’t find handy.
Qatar will do, although, Lord knows, it’s sandy.
Also, one shouldn’t get through the holiday season entirely without anything from David Sedaris‘s memories of working as a store elf:
The woman grabbed my arm and said: You there, elf. Tell Riley here that if he doesn’t start behaving immediately, then Santa’s going to change his mind and bring him coal for Christmas.
I said that Santa changed his policy and no longer traffics in coal. Instead, if you’re bad, he comes to your house and steals things. I told Riley that if he didn’t behave himself, Santa was going to take away his TV and all his electrical appliances and leave him in the dark.
The woman got a worried look on her face and said: All right. That’s enough. I said, he’s going to take your car and your furniture, and all of your towels and blankets and leave you with nothing. The mother said, No, that’s enough – really.
Go on, take a Snow Day; you all deserve it:
Department of Holiday Cheer
How’s your 2012 been? Happy to have survived the Mayan apocalypse?
More importantly, did you finish your shopping? Either way, here’s a consideration from the New Yorker circa 1970, in which a certain “Christmas Consultant” ponders what a good gift for a guy could be:
My list would include useful gifts, like a matched, color-coördinated, full-fashioned set of pre-written thank-you letters. Such a pleasant gift, and so easy to use. Upon receiving a gift—let’s say a myna bird trained to say “You’re wonderful, Fred,” or “Joe,” or “Pierpont”—one would merely use the efficient index system provided and come up with a pre-written note that said something like “I can’t begin to describe to you the emotion which welled up inside of me when I first heard Precious Myna chirp out, ‘You’re wonderful, Fred,’ or ‘Joe,’ or ‘Pierpont.’” There is, you see, a crying need for a pre-written note in such circumstances, since no self-respecting fellow, however practiced in hypocrisy, could possibly bang one out for himself.
Whatever your gift-giving situation, or views on the Mayan apocalypse that wasn’t, you should take a snow day—we’ve all earned it:
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