It was sad, because we fell out of tradition.
No Christmas tree. No presents. No music. No cards. No pretty lights. No symbolism.
I realize Christmas is imposed on other religions, and is probably unconstitutional,
but I'd be tempted to join in at the Naked Man Festival in Okayama if I had a loin cloth,
and I've definitely worn green pants, and drank green beer on St Patricks Day.
When you decide a family tradition is just another day, something happens inside.
You realize all the memories of that tradition have been degraded to normal,
and you realize you have lost a part of yourself that you really liked.
We had a mighty fine dinner that night, but we'd suffered a casualty that day.
I think we should develop a new holiday...lets call it Squirty Day
During the day, we'll carry or chew on bright colored balls,
When we here anything that sounds like a knock, we'll run around in circles and say 'bark'.