At around 1 pm today, I was overwhelmed by the desire to jam cocktail picks into my eyeballs. The Browns weren't playing, so the only logical reason for this urge was that our music in the bar changed over to "Holiday tunes". When I go into a bar, there is nothing that makes me want to drink and be merry more than Frosty the Fucking Snowman. After the third rendition of Jingle Bells in an hour, I realized what I am really in for working at a resort over the holidays, and that I truly cannot stand Christmas. Not to mention ALL the Whos down in Whooville, the large and the small. I really don't think this is about me being Jewish, although there is a certain, how shall we say, goy-ishness, to the whole thing. If I had to listen to "Dreidel Dreidel Dreidel" 8 bazillion times in two weeks, I would probably hate Hanukkah too. And, I know the Salvation Army is trying to do good things, but enough with those damn bells already. That is probably curmudgeonly enough for one post---so I will admit I think the white lights are quite pretty.
Also, further proof that Cleveland Rocks!