OY! It's Christmas.

HO, HO, HO, OY! I'm ambilivant about the holidays. So far I've lit Hanukkah candles and wrapped Christmas presents. Admitedly, the "sing along Messiah" is tempting every year, but I think my whiney voice would be a sure give away there was a Jew in the chorus. Ironically, there is a quasi-tradition in my family to watch the Pope deliver midnight mass. My Mom, digs the Pope, what can I say? Christmas morning used to be so exciting, as it was the present post-script to Hanukkah. My little hands were crippled from opening gift after gift after gift; will the fun never end?! December 25, 2008, the year of one gift.

Maybe I should embrace the SPIRIT of the holidays and give up thinking the Fed-Ex truck will pull up with a pile of presents that were over-nighted? Bah Humbug, I have until 2:00 before I abandon all hope, burst into tears, and start drinking heavily. I could dress up the dog for holiday cheer. What outfit would cover Santa and Judah Maccabee? And that would beg trick or treating, which would in fact perk me up! I could also do what all Jews do on Christmas....go to a movie or many many movies, there's approx 12 hours to kill. It's our answer to the "sing along Messiah".

It's 10:00 a.m, I've opened my one present. Now what? Hang on just a minute! I could make the 11:00 showing of "Frost/Nixon", a 2:00 "Revolutionary Road" , the 5:00 "Doubt", a 7:30 Gran Torino, and "The Wrestler" at 10:00p.m.
OY, OY, OY, HO!