merry measure

[maestro23]

As I write this it is now (for the next couple hours, anyway) ten days until Christmas, and a week until Solstice. I've just about reconciled, though, that those two words mean pretty much the same thing to me.

I am not and never have been a Christian, except maybe in the vague fluffy Unitarian sense of "what Jesus said was so nice, who cares if he

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[maestro23]

Finding the ritual comforting is as perfectly good a reason as any to participate in religion. Making a space in our lives to play dress-up and speak in poetry is one of those weird things we big naked lemurs do. Which I suppose is one of the things I was getting at in all my thrashing around up there.

I have some sympathy for the distaste for the commercialization of the holidays, although honestly I find harcore anti-commercialism in some ways just as silly (especially since my brand of "consumerism" involves mostly books and music, and I've never understood why it's bad for me to help creative people to make a living) - and, hey, I'm not going to lie and say I don't like getting presents. And giving them as well, while we're at it. At its best, it's a fine excuse for people to be generous with each other, and I mostly can't bring myself to get too bent out of shape about that.

(Also? "Tackily overdecorated" is the point. And I'd be right there with you, too, with my two hefty Rubbermaid tubs' worth of shiny bulbs, if not for the fact that if we put up a proper tree the kitteh would attach herself to it and not come down until Twelfth Night. So we're making do with a modest tabletop version and some lights-and-garland up where they are, so far anyway, out of the reach of tiny paws.)