The restaurant is decorated even more garishly than usual as the usual disorienting green florescent lighting is joined by equally-bright red lighting animatronic Santas belt out their tinny laughter while “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” is pumped over the speakers. The dining room is filled with groups of people awkwardly exchanging $25 gifts with one-another while munching on baskets of season-exclusive deep fried candy cane bites and Reindeer-itos. It’s the last Friday before the holiday, and you still have at least 3 people you haven’t bought gifts for yet, and you’re still expected to hang out for at least an hour. Your boss, who tries not to say more than two complete sentences in a month, if he can help it, it now attempting to give a speech about how wonderful a year it’s been, and how valued all of you are to the company.
Welcome to the annual holiday party.
Hey all; ho-ho-Happy Friday-
In case you haven’t already figured it out, that’s the topic for this week: What’s your holiday party like, (even you even get one) and, more importantly, is it worth it? What about Secret Santa or, God forbid, Yankee Swap? Personally, my office is doing Chinese this year which, aside from having to bite back on making unending references to A Christmas Story, I’m actually looking forward to. And of course, being the giving sorts that around here, anything else you need to vent about is also welcome.
As ever, have a safe and productive rest of the day, safe trip home, good weekend, and yes, a great holiday.
Oh, and, I know that it’s been a rough year for a lot of people (myself included) and so I thought I’d leave you all with a passage that, believe it or not, has helped me a lot this time of year, and I hope it might do the same for you:
“Scrooge was better than his word. He did it all, and infinitely more; and to Tiny Tim, who did NOT die, he was a second father. He became as good a friend, as good a master, and as good a man, as the good old city knew, or any other good old city, town, or borough, in the good old world. Some people laughed to see the alteration in him, but he let them laugh, and little heeded them; for he was wise enough to know that nothing ever happened on this globe, for good, at which some people did not have their fill of laughter in the outset; and knowing that such as these would be blind anyway, he thought it quite as well that they should wrinkle up their eyes in grins, as have the malady in less attractive forms. His own heart laughed: and that was quite enough for him.
“He had no further intercourse with Spirits, but lived upon the Total Abstinence Principle, ever afterwards; and it was always said of him, that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, and all of us! And so, as Tiny Tim observed, God bless Us, Every One!”