So, I made up a new word the other day, at least I think I did. I have never heard it before, and I do keep myself educated on the latest words that enter the English language. At any rate, my new word is "Elfsmanship".
It is a Christmas season word to describe the craftsmanship of those little builders Santa uses to make Christmas possible. So when you wake up Christmas morning and if you were good enough to get a present or two, take a minute or two to admire the elfsmanship. I hope learn that you exclaim something like this. "Oh, look at how the light dances off of the surface of this beautiful unicycle, such fine elfsmanship!"
I can't believe that it is only 13 days until Christmas. This month has just flown by. Luckily I got much of my shopping done online over the Thanksgiving holiday. My Thanksgiving? Oh it was magical. We spent a lot of time with family. We drove around a lot looking for signs and appraising computer components and making new friends. We went for a long drive in the country and saw some of the sights. We got to see couple of crazy love birds getting married a couple of days after. It was a good time.
Unfortunately with such an amazing Thanksgiving I find myself in the slumps a bit for Christmas. Don't get me wrong, I love Christmas, but this year I'm having trouble getting pumped up about it. Could this be a sign that I am on the naughty list? Oh damn, what an absolutely terrifying thought! I guess to be honest I have never been a big fan of Christmas. For some reason no matter how much I tried to be good, I was never able to be as good as the other kids at my school. This is an observation based on sheer quantity of gifts and whether I received what I had asked for.
I remember one year when I was about 8 or 9 and thought I had been really good. So I asked Santa for a car. Not just any car, but a Corvette Stingray. I had seen miracle on 34th street and in that case Santa had given a whole house. Certainly a Stingray wasn't out of the question. In an effort to increase my chances I also added the car to my personal prayers for Christmas. I was so sure that come Christmas morning a new Corvette would be parked out in front of my house with the keys in it. I don't remember what I got for Christmas that year, but I do remember what I didn't get. I was heart broken. Not only was my trust in Santa shaken, but also my faith.
Looking back I can see how silly my request must have seemed. What would a 9-year-old boy do with a beautiful automobile like that anyway? I couldn't even afford the taxes on it not to mention the looks I would get when I drove it around town.
Santa and I were eventually able to work out our differences. He admitted that he didn't really take my request very seriously and I accepted his apology. Over time what once was a gaping wound in my tender heart has slowly healed. The once painful gash is now but a feint echo of its former self. Now we are even able to look back on that year and laugh.
What is the lesson here? I guess one lesson is never hold a grudge against Santa, because you will only hurt yourself.
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