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Dec. 20th, 2004
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Dec. 20th, 2004 11:46 amFiguring out the non-existance of Santa was more of a scientific method for me.
Early on, he was marginally believable, but the shear vastness of his delivery schedule and the fact that he gave Christian homes preferental treatment was suspect.
Secondly, he was to land on the rooftop of our home. Our home is south Minneapolis, near the U of M, had a four ridge peak with the chimey in the middle and steep slopes. Each peak was only 20 feet long, and I figured it to be far too short of a runway for a team of nine raindeer.
Third, our home had gas heat, the chimey was a five inch piece of tin that lead straight to the boiler in the basement three stoies down. Santa would need to get down som 40 feet of 5 inch tube, through the gas burner and heat exchanger, out the access panel and up all three stories to our apartment.
Fouth, why did he only show himself at the malls and downtown? How could there be multiple Santas in one place on the TV. Why did he look different each time?
Five, why did the poorest of children get less from Santa than children from rich families? This made no sense, as you would think children with poor families would recieve extra special care from Santa.
My bullshit detector was chirping at a very early age.
Sixth (and last), presents in my parents closet before christmas labeled "from: Santa".
I think my bast gift ever was a Battlestar Galatica "Viper" fighter. I wish I knew whatever became of that.
Early on, he was marginally believable, but the shear vastness of his delivery schedule and the fact that he gave Christian homes preferental treatment was suspect.
Secondly, he was to land on the rooftop of our home. Our home is south Minneapolis, near the U of M, had a four ridge peak with the chimey in the middle and steep slopes. Each peak was only 20 feet long, and I figured it to be far too short of a runway for a team of nine raindeer.
Third, our home had gas heat, the chimey was a five inch piece of tin that lead straight to the boiler in the basement three stoies down. Santa would need to get down som 40 feet of 5 inch tube, through the gas burner and heat exchanger, out the access panel and up all three stories to our apartment.
Fouth, why did he only show himself at the malls and downtown? How could there be multiple Santas in one place on the TV. Why did he look different each time?
Five, why did the poorest of children get less from Santa than children from rich families? This made no sense, as you would think children with poor families would recieve extra special care from Santa.
My bullshit detector was chirping at a very early age.
Sixth (and last), presents in my parents closet before christmas labeled "from: Santa".
I think my bast gift ever was a Battlestar Galatica "Viper" fighter. I wish I knew whatever became of that.
I don't want to really be here, in my office.
I'd rather have the day off, or the week off to tell the truth. I still have week of vacation, but already took the pay, so the vacation would be sans wages. Oh, well.
By this weekend there should be safe ice on the big lakes, so I am hip to take advantage of it. But our Christmas weekend is booked solid. I swear, I'd just rather the Christmas holiday time be a quiet time to reflect, rather than this family / shopping nightmare. Seeing the family is good, but rushing all over the place on my day(s) off is more stressful than relaxing.
Getting from place to place with my entire family in one vehicle, State Troopers around every corner, drunks on every road, most people driving like assholes (in a very unchristian fashion) weather is usally foul and at least one family member is going to get drunk and shoot his mouth off or make an ass of him /her self. Someone will use the time of year when the family is together to be vindictive over some trivial matter.
I really could just leave it all behind and just celebrate with a hot cup of tea. It seems whenever it looks to be a simple holiday, someone must step forward and fill the gaps and book my schedule. Never a idle moment during the Christmas holiday.
That and the gifts I recive from my family. Now I know, the thought is what counts, and the the idea is to just enjoy time with one's family, the gifts are extra. But I have recived a non-stop pile of either socks or a six-pack of beer for some ten to fifteen years now. I like nice socks. I like a good six pack of beer. But ten to fifteen years is just about enough. Every year I have feign interest in another six pack or pair of socks.
There are exceptions to these items. But generally the larger the family gathering the less appealing it is to me.
I think I might not be able to attend at least one of the Christmas events due to...conflicting events.
I'd rather have the day off, or the week off to tell the truth. I still have week of vacation, but already took the pay, so the vacation would be sans wages. Oh, well.
By this weekend there should be safe ice on the big lakes, so I am hip to take advantage of it. But our Christmas weekend is booked solid. I swear, I'd just rather the Christmas holiday time be a quiet time to reflect, rather than this family / shopping nightmare. Seeing the family is good, but rushing all over the place on my day(s) off is more stressful than relaxing.
Getting from place to place with my entire family in one vehicle, State Troopers around every corner, drunks on every road, most people driving like assholes (in a very unchristian fashion) weather is usally foul and at least one family member is going to get drunk and shoot his mouth off or make an ass of him /her self. Someone will use the time of year when the family is together to be vindictive over some trivial matter.
I really could just leave it all behind and just celebrate with a hot cup of tea. It seems whenever it looks to be a simple holiday, someone must step forward and fill the gaps and book my schedule. Never a idle moment during the Christmas holiday.
That and the gifts I recive from my family. Now I know, the thought is what counts, and the the idea is to just enjoy time with one's family, the gifts are extra. But I have recived a non-stop pile of either socks or a six-pack of beer for some ten to fifteen years now. I like nice socks. I like a good six pack of beer. But ten to fifteen years is just about enough. Every year I have feign interest in another six pack or pair of socks.
There are exceptions to these items. But generally the larger the family gathering the less appealing it is to me.
I think I might not be able to attend at least one of the Christmas events due to...conflicting events.
