X-Mas In July
by The Writer
Flog the Nog & Fire the Mistletoe
Mulling over the title for days, I really wanted to write about the fun and exciting anticipation of neatly wrapped gifts, frenzied shopping experiences, and the warm holiday spirit. My intention was a ‘check in’, so to speak, now that we’re over half way to either the end of the world as we know it, or just another ‘Festivus for the Rest of Us’… In either case, it’s good to get this out of the way….
I thought about the presents, the warm feeling of the season and the Christmas songs and TV specials… Then I cringed a little. Don’t get me wrong, I really enjoy Christmas, but like most, I’m just not ready to think about it, yet. But ‘The Winter is Coming’… I still really wanted to do something with the title since it was actually July, so I thought about writing a letter to Santa in hopes to feel a bit of that blissful holiday energy…Dear Santa, Hope all is well with you, and you’re in jolly spirits, liquid or otherwise. I trust the elves are slaving away in the factory, or whatever it is they do during this time. I’m sure with the big day fast approaching, you and the Mrs., are busy making lists and checking them twice. I pray for a day when lists with people’s names on them are abolished and equality reigns, but it’s not my show. Speaking of which, I would like to inquire how I keep my name off the ‘naughty list’. I am aware the year has yet to finish, but I am not sure when your ‘nice list’ fiscal period ends. So far this year hasn’t been the greatest for me; I’m sure it was simply ‘my turn’ to experience some ‘growing pains’, which I understand is part of life, so I harbour no ill feelings. Despite my novel being rejected by scores of publishers and literary agents, I pressed on, kept writing and got better at it. And although the crowd-funding campaign I worked on for months was a failure, I am grateful for the time spent learning how to write my very own graphic novel. I’m also grateful for the lessons learned through the heartbreak of my ex leaving me for someone else, and the courage I found to write about it. And despite being a failure to my father, the journey back home, though painful at times, has shown me how much I’ve grown. Instead of getting the well-paying ‘dignified’ job I was well qualified for, I took the job I was offered to humble myself and said ‘I’d see what the universe had in store for me’. Yet, I’m still kind of wondering what was behind ‘door #2’. Indeed the obstacles faced were difficult, and perhaps due to my stubbornness I couldn’t have learned those valuable lessons any other way, but while I’ve learned from the misfortunes that have occurred in these past few months, I can’t but help but wonder why I wouldn’t be allowed to stray to the naughty list just for a little while? Having recognized the invaluable ‘gifts’ of wisdom, courage, strength, patience and forgiveness I received from ‘life’ experiences, I suppose I shouldn’t ask for anything else. However, if there’s room on your sleigh for a elf-knitted Charlie Brown cardigan sweater, it would be greatly appreciated. As you know ‘The Winter Is Coming’, and it would be nice to keep warm while I attempt another kick at next year’s the ‘football of life’. Best, The Writer