Here we are. One week away from Christmas Eve. Oh where or where has my holiday spirit gone? Where is my goodwill toward men? (That's always been in short supply.)
I'm going out Christmas shopping today with a good friend from Baton Rouge. I don't really need to buy anything, just coming along as a gift consultant and art purveyor.
Perhaps because it's 75+ degrees in New Orleans, and the balmy days of summer still have not left us. Perhaps it's because the constant disgust I feel for the obstructionism flowing out of Washington D.C. has mired my soul in hopelessness.
It just doesn't feel like Christmas, and Christmas has a definite feel. Year two of the pandemic coming to a close and we all feel a little low in spirit. We've got the anti-vaxxers prolonging the mess. We've got the false information and conspiracy theorists poisoning minds too young to have lived through any serious disasters, and too unschooled to recognize they're in one. We've got the potential for sickness and possible death all around us.
What can the antidote be?
Christmas Wine. Christmas Vodka. Christmas Whiskey. Christmas Edible Marijuana Cookies?
Whatever the cure for my sadly lacking Christmas spirit is.....I need it. I need it badly. Recommendations welcome.
