11.28.06

I have just peeked into the gaping maw of consumer-driven holiday hell.

Today I saw my first seasonal sweater. It was a cardigan, red, with Mickey and Minnie Mouse arrayed as Mr. and Mrs. Claus with decorated trees on the front. Spattered over the entire sweater were oddly-shaped sequins.

This was on an adult woman.

I do not like holiday...oh fuck it, it's always Christmas isn't it?...sweaters. They're like graphic representations of Little Drummer Boy (i.e. the Christmas carol of hate).

For the tenth year, I'm going to put forth the idea of chriskwasolyulekah; the stress-free holiday season. Pronounced: kris-kwah-sol-yool-KAH. Starts on December 7th, or on the first day of Chanukah (whichever is first), and runs through Elvis' birthday (January 8th).

This holiday takes on any form that you wish. It's perfect for multi-cultural families and groups of friends. If there's a favourite part of any of the traditional holidays, it can be incorporated. (I think a kinara/menorah would be a lovely blending of symbols.)

Gifts may or may not be exchanged. It is discretionary, not obligatory.

Happily, the scope from which we choose our celebratory method extends the entire length of human history.

Chriskwasolyulekah, it's not just for me anymore.

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