We were there, then we weren’t, and then we were all over again. And again.
Christmas comes but once a year, but the spirit lasts for decades. If the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over but expecting different results, then you’d have to be crazy not to enjoy the predictable thrill occasioned by this routine application of usual suspects, favorite intoxicants, and preferred mode of transport during the holiday season.
And how’s this for a holiday miracle: no broken bones and just one mechanical!
Santa had time for everyone and melting clocks were real. The giant hat and boots provided some shelter but hardly was it needed; actual rain booties stayed in the bag all evening.
It’s the gift that keeps on giving and let the games begin: cigars were smoked, bottles emptied, and legs got wrestled.
And presents, real presents, were present.
Could it be that a baby in a manger was the start of this all? Or maybe just the animal experience of coming to feel that the light is on its way back? In any event, the event’s its own story, the greatest one ever told, so they say.
Which is why switchbacks through the woods, and thrilling descents via powerlines, and shelter beneath bombers is a thing.
It sure takes a lot of space to build airplanes; thankfully, the humble human-powered bicycle navigates those distances with ease, just as Santa’s sleigh goes ‘round the world in an instant.
Reindeer may, as the song says, really know how to fly; there’s no doubt, however, that two-wheelers, on this December eve, did so, as well.
Naughty or nice and everything else, see how this works? As long as you don’t fall asleep you need never wake up. And so the holiday(zaster) dream forever rides on.