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Jack Frost can take a hike

December 6, 2013 - Nick Dutro
Didn’t I just write a Thanksgiving blog last week? I guess that show’s how quickly things change.

Today I put on my winter coat and then cleaned snow off my car, I’ve been running around looking for gifts and yesterday I had to flip between three radio stations to find one that WASN’T playing Christmas music.

It’s the most wonderful time of the year, and I happen to be a Scrooge.

As I mentioned last week, Christmas is not my favorite holiday. As a child, sure, I loved Christmas, and I had great memories. In fact, I’ve never had a “bad” Christmas. But as I’ve grown I’ve become jaded to the commercialization of the holiday, and especially with snow -- my reason for taking on the first name of Ebenezer.

For some people, the snow is one of the best parts of the season and signifiers that Santa Claus is coming to town. For me, it’s a nuisance in the morning and a hinderance on country roads as I rush to work. In my childhood I was on the losing end of my snowball fights. In my adult life, I’ve had to deal with a Ford Taurus in a ditch more than a few times, and a Mercury Sable that just loved to get itself stuck in any footage of snow. Fingers crossed I do not have to deal with that on a Honda Civic any time soon.

It’s a strange thing not loving an entire season almost exclusively because of one small aspect. Stranger still that snow has become a common occurrence more in January and February than it has in December, but still, I equate it with Jolly St. Nick and less with St. Valentine, and therefore judge Christmas accordingly. Perhaps if I got off work more because of the snow I would consider changing my mind on the white stuff, but sadly I’m not in grade school anymore (or in college for that matter, with those glorious few times when classes were canceled).

As with anything that I examine in my life now, I’m sure that soon enough my cold, black heart will be changed, and I’ll start to turn around to the Christmas traditions and the season in general. But for the time being I’ll continue to cross my arms and say “Bah-Humbug” at the forecast of snowfall, and the subsequent defrosting of my car.

What I’m reading: There’s a copy of “The Ocean At the End of the Lane,” by Neil Gaiman that just arrived for me from the library, but I’ve not actually cracked it open yet. That’s on my list of things to do this weekend.

What I’m listening to: With it being the Christmas season, that also means it’s time for those “Best Of” lists that arrive at this time. Personally, my favorite of the year was “Heartthrob” by Tegan and Sara.


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