End of year festivities means that my office is playing Christmas Carols pretty incessantly. Currently, my colleagues and I are wigging out to Heal the World. Of course when one thinks of Michael Jackson singing it with his penchant for little boys all I get are the wiggins. (Ha, ha. See what I did there? See? See?)
All of this carol singing and tree decorating is bringing back memories that are best left buried. Having gone to a small convent school with extremely strict nuns running the place, Christmas entailed some major competitiveness and parable-sharing. Carol singing competitions, crib-making competitions, skits, plays, trees and a lesson a day were par for the course. As House Captain I'd be standing and trying very hard to shout out militant orders, but mostly (like any good General) I delegated.
There are also better memories, of bone-crushingly enthusiastic children falling all over each other to get first in line to play games at some Christmas Carnival or other. And I shall be re-living said memories in three-dimensional glory, at the IHC on Christmas Day. Oh, Joy. 'Cept not.
However, before I get accused of being too Scrooge-like, let me take this opportunity to direct y'all to an extremely funny Christmas greeting (don't worry, I am not inflicting the atrocious-but-funny 12 Days of Christmas video on you). In keeping with the fact that Battlestar Galactica is my new obsession (having rewatched season 1 and waiting impatiently for season 2 to finish the frakkin' download) I give you:
Happy Holidays, Everybody!
All of this carol singing and tree decorating is bringing back memories that are best left buried. Having gone to a small convent school with extremely strict nuns running the place, Christmas entailed some major competitiveness and parable-sharing. Carol singing competitions, crib-making competitions, skits, plays, trees and a lesson a day were par for the course. As House Captain I'd be standing and trying very hard to shout out militant orders, but mostly (like any good General) I delegated.
There are also better memories, of bone-crushingly enthusiastic children falling all over each other to get first in line to play games at some Christmas Carnival or other. And I shall be re-living said memories in three-dimensional glory, at the IHC on Christmas Day. Oh, Joy. 'Cept not.
However, before I get accused of being too Scrooge-like, let me take this opportunity to direct y'all to an extremely funny Christmas greeting (don't worry, I am not inflicting the atrocious-but-funny 12 Days of Christmas video on you). In keeping with the fact that Battlestar Galactica is my new obsession (having rewatched season 1 and waiting impatiently for season 2 to finish the frakkin' download) I give you:
Happy Holidays, Everybody!
3 comments:
ah, nasty nasty video... not at all in keeping with the festive cheer!
Aw, you don't really mean that!
Right?
That video alone could have killed the festive season....
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