This morning, I was trying to entertain some old people with mind-challenging exercises out of the helpfully-provided mental challenge book, only . . . it was so lame.
"Name things that begin with the letter M"
"Fill in the famous partners: Laurel and . . . Martin and . . . Bonnie and . . . " (I was tempted to amend it with "Leopold and . . . ").
Garbage like that.
So I asked them if December 23rd was any kind of special day, if they knew of any holidays that fell today, or historical events, or events in their own lives. Well, no luck there, although I got a few minutes out of the Corvallis Gazette-Times' "Today in History" column, especially by telling them about the dubious circumstances surrounding the attribution of "A Visit From Saint Nicholas" to the Snicketish Clement C. Moore.
Alas, if I had only read the Portland Oregonian earlier in the day, I could have told them about Festivus, a holiday I'd had no previous knowledge of, since I'd never watched Seinfeld.
So, I more or less immediately ran upstairs and told my son Tesfaye about the family in-joke that had been shared with the world with interesting results, and although no bare aluminum pole was handy, he was happy to take a minute to wrestle me to the floor.
It was fun. Improved my mood no end.
Happy Festivus to all.
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> The Festivus Song
> @ 2003 Waugh, Anderson, Crawford, Lewis and Spencer
> Now it's time for Festivus
> a holiday for the rest of us
> no dreidel to spin
> or fat guy creepin' in
> a season that quickly ends
> gather your family and friends
> this part is the most fun
> tell each and every one
> how this last trip round the sun
> every wrong thing that they've done
> has really let you down
> but no need to wear a frown
> beeeee--caaaaaause
> ---- now it's time for Festivus ...
>
> Now it's time for Festivus
> A holiday for the rest of us.
> No big ticket items
> Or games of gelt hide 'ems
> Its no festival of unity
> But you'll speak with impunity
> Call your dad and mother
> Invite your sis and brother
> Tell 'em what you REALLY think
> Bottoms up, lets have a drink
> Spread the ugly truth around
> Cry, if you must, without a sound
> Beeeeeeeee-caaaaaaause
> ---Now its time for Festivus.....
>
> Now it's time for Festivus
> a Holiday for the rest of us
> We'll gather round the festive pole
> an icon of majestic length
> and stretch and flex as we prepare
> the challenge of the feats of strength
> We'll feast as friends who hate us
> are preparing to berate us
> we gather for this yearly meal
> with family we'd like not to see
> why subject ourselves to this ordeal?
> because, you putz, the chow is free
> Beeeeeeeeeeee-caaaaaaaaaause (gasp)
> ----- now it's time for Festivus!......
>
> Now is the time for Festivus
> a holiday for the rest of us
> but keep us far away from mistletoe
> because we really don't trust Uncle Joe
> and big expensive gifts for kids are poxes
> because they end up playing with the boxes
> you know that you can count on sweetie's mom
> to tell you why your turkey was a bomb
> while in the den Ed, Bill and Walter stare
> as if a football game were on the air
> you're tired of each other -- that much is clear
> and so you smile and wave "Same Time Next Year"
> beeeeeeeeee-cauuuuuuuuuuse
> ---- now it's time for Festivus! . . .
>
> And now, it is the time for Festivus,
> A holiday made for the rest of us.
> Blow out the pilot light and crank up the stove,
> Insert your head and reunite with Jove.
> Beware the cars carreening to and fro,
> don't sin too much, and don't eat yellow snow.
> The carolers evoke a thoughtful grin--
> One well aimed .22 will damp their din.
> The yule log burns, it is a merry light
> It's Presto scent's like smoking Samsonite.
> The guests are gussied up, so no one knows
> that Uncle Fred has cankers on his nose.
> And all those joys abound with little fuss
> Because it is the time of festivus.
>
>
> Verse one by Rich W
> Verse two by Marie wildblue'72 Anderson
> Verse three by - Poppaspank - (Randall Hugh Crawford)
> Verse four by Stephen lyonheart Lewis
> Verse Five by John H. Spencer
> (written at Jump The Shark @ yahoogroups.com)
Posted by Randall Hugh Crawford nicedaycomix@comcast.net
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